Don’t know what everyone’s panicking about. Amateurs.
Pull up all the material you need to know on your computer
Ah, fuck it. Screwed anyway.
Friday, May 4, 2012
“As babies, we were easy. One cry meant you were hungry, another you were tired. It’s only as adults that we become difficult. They start to hide feelings, put up walls. It gets to the point where we don’t really know what anyone thinks or feels. Without meaning to, we become masters of disguise.”