~ I stare at the ceiling and scratched the paint on the wall. Like the choices in life, paint can cover it all. Bruises and scratches and punches and fists, is there anything makeup can’t do or might miss? ~

I don’t know how I feel about this particular set of lyrics, but I decide to scratch it down in my notebook for later. I never know when I will need it after all.

It is a Friday and, much to my personal dismay, I am not hanging out with Felix. Felix has a job interview ...