Coz I ran for LOVE.
RAN FOR LOVE!!!!

Oh God save me.

I love how pretentious the setting of this place is. Box upon box of beings facing the tube, staring at the quiet satisfaction of moolahs getting into their pocket every quarter. And they don't even have to do a thing. Is this the kind of jargon I'm being seeped into now? Can I ever be satisfied with what I have, ever?

Why did I have all principles when I'm just gonna break them?

Because, ladies and gents, I ain't. My journey has just begun.