I smile and look up at her, the draft returning. No. Leave me alone. I'm not talking to you today, whoever you are. I'm not walking into that on my wife's birthday.
I'm never what I like I'm double sided And I just can't hide I kind of like it When I make you cry 'Cause I'm twisted up, twisted up Inside
My heart starts racing again and I realize that I'm having a panic attack for no reason, the draft settling over my shoulders. I pull back, eyes still closed, and rest my forehead against hers. Trying to even my breathing, I swallow and keep her as close.
Whatever you're doing here, I don't want to talk, I tell the being, Leave.
I'm never what I like I'm double sided And I just can't hide I kind of like it When I make you cry 'Cause I'm twisted up, twisted up Inside
I open my eyes and find him on the couch, hood concealing his face again, "Just go. I don't want to talk right now. You're ruining my wife's birthday and I don't really want you anywhere near my kids."
I'm never what I like I'm double sided And I just can't hide I kind of like it When I make you cry 'Cause I'm twisted up, twisted up Inside
In a world too often governed by corruption and arrogance, it can be difficult to stay true to one's literary and philosophical principles. — Lemony Snicket