The fine mixture of romance and desolation. 

I think I lost my respectability around the same time I lost my ability to lie.

Is it wrong to romanticize mental instability? 

Do you feel like God is bearing down on you?

He Told Me

He told me to take notes.
He told me to write it down.
He told me that every day his wife puts the tooth paste on the tooth brush for him.
He told me that's important.
He told me she warms the towel for him when he gets out of the shower.
He asked me if I was writing this down.
He asked me if I had a boyfriend.
He told me that this is all important.
He told me I was giggling too much so I couldn't be writing it down.
He told me that we should have a party.
He told me we should celebrate.
He told me I should jump out of a cake.
He told me I should wear a bikini.
I laughed.
He laughed.
I hung up.