Well then… yeah. I ran into my living room wall. Yes, because we are the best, right? The pain would be alright if it wasn’t from our own goddamn walls.
Ooh. That sucks. But we totally are. The walls have something against our awesomeness. It’s their problem. It kinda feels like betrayal, honestly. I mean, it’s like “hey! I wrote on you, and I talked you at night. And you pay me back by doing this?” It’s like karma, but you have no idea what it’s for, ya feel?