Once there, I lock the door behind me and find Nic drunkenly babbling on the couch to himself. Shaking my head, I drape a blanket over him and head to my old room. I lie down and stare at the ceiling, not tired.
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
The simple truth is that authors like making people squirm. If this weren't the case, all novels would be filled completely with cute bunnies having birthday parties. — Brandon Sanderson, Alcatraz Versus the Evil Librarians
