If not for me being stoned and clinging to a taco, it would have been terribly romantic.

I bet you never thought the hardest part of finding your ‘saviorʹ would be getting her mom to let her stay out past curfew.

Never thought I’d see the day when you’d throw your arms around a vam - someone like me

I'd seen weirder things than a haunted shoe, but not many.

I stopped. She was bleeding after all. Perfect lines crossed her wrists, not near any crucial veins, but enough to leave wet red tracks across her skin. She hadn;t hit her veins when she did this; death hadn't been her goal.

You two are a match made in heaven. Or somewhere.

You look confused," said Adrian. I shook my head and sighed. "I think I'm just overthinking things." He nodded solemnly. "That's why I try to never do it.