Like a flood.

Every single time my quarry escapes me, I can't help but think of it being akin to a rat scurrying off to it's barn.

I decided to play with fire and simply toss little bits of rolled up paper into the back of my boyfriend's head. We'll see if he notices before the numbers squeak by into the double digits.

Rapidly approaching that level of boredom where I consider ripping off my fingernails one by one or perhaps slamming my head through drywall.

We're cutting corners on the latest posts by summarizing them accordingly. Hello, I've been [adjective phrase describing my absence]. I didn't care to come back for [time allotment]. I imagine everything has been the same regardless.

The summer is such a bleak season.

Had to practice mindfulness for the past 20 minutes after drinking out of the soda can with cigarette ashes in it.

I've always hated these outfits. All the tassels, and for what? To look ridiculous?

I hate laughing and merriment. Men used to die in wars.

Speaking of, I have absolutely no fucking clue what my Lord just demanded of me twenty minutes ago. I've been working backwards with context clues ever since.

I haven't slept in 48 hours and I'm expected to be a functioning member of society for the next six.

I do love mildly annoying him.