Therefore. Ergo. Erg. Argh. Ugh.

Who else would find me at just this moment? First he found me drunk, now he found me cleaning up poo from a barking pony who was about to go into attack mode.

Wold domination is exhausting and cliche. People ought to just focus on being individual responsible citizens of the earth instead of assholes.

Bruises mapped my body from bumping into tables and tripping over curbs while walking with a book in my hand, my eyes focused on the pages instead of the live space around me.

I was horribly bookish, to the point of coming right out and saying it, which I knew was not socially acceptable.

But I know the difference. Everyone else is a ghost. I exist here alone, stranded by choice. Deserted.

They were tricky, those demons. Could they be trusted? Of course they could be trusted. She'd created them. She owned them. They wouldn't lead her astray.