I forgot my watch. Minutes or hours later, when the panic subsides, that is what I most regret. Not coming here in the first place - that seemed like an obvious choice - but my bare wrist, which makes it impossible for me to know how long I have been sitting in this room. My back aches, which is some indication, but it is not definite enough.

i like to think that im helping them by hating them

It's like he knows, he knows I have a thing for her.

The official strategy is defensive pessimism, always.

The person you became with her is worth being.

And I provide much- needed eye candy.

Thank you for your honesty.