"...it's one hell of a ride once you enter and there's no going back. No exaggeration on 'hell' sonny." Dan Howell, 1979, aspiring writer. I pass the hours in a dimly lit hotel room, locked away with a number of aberrant individuals who display ominous habits.
"I love you. And even though it hurts, you don't have to love me back."
"Wait, pause. Louis Tomlinson just liked my selfie. What a creep."