Art: Courtesy of Through the Illusion
What would you do when one morning you wake up and you realize you no longer like the person you've become?
What would you think of someone who says one thing to you, and then goes off and says the opposite thing to other people?
What would you do when you know there's so much left unsaid, but you could not find the words?
How would you feel when you're quite certain of an impending doom, and you wait and wait for it to happen every fricking day, but nothing. ever. happens.
How would you politely say, "Don't fuck with me, 'cause I fuck back"?
And most importantly, why is there a Dora the Explorer in my phonebook??
