Me and Blanca disagree on a lot of stuff, but books are one of those things. He loves literary devices. I don't. I don't find beauty in suffering or tragedy. There's just pain. People survive because they have to, not because they're some kind of caterpillar becoming a butterfly.

And I hate irony. Even when it's funny, it's in the way that makes you want to hit something. It's so frustrating that I'm a breakdown away from dosing myself with the honesty medicine so you at least have to confront the fact that even if I screwed up, everything's happening in spite of how I feel, not because of it.