When something sad happens to me I usually think “How am I going to write this down?” I magnify everything into a long and literary heartbreak, and I don’t know if that ever worked for my advantage. Everything can and will be written down.

So if you’re going to break my heart, you’ll probably be written down as dramatically as possible. You’ll never know because I will never fully admit that I actually wrote about you, but instead, you’ll just have this nagging feeling that what you’re reading is about you. You’ll never fully admit it to yourself either because who effing does that, really? (Unless you’re a huge egotistical bastard.)

It will torture you for the rest of your life.