We won't stop until somebody calls the cops and even then we'll start again and just pretend that nothing ever happened...

you can cut the atmosphere with a knife, it's just so tense and cold.

its amazing how you can go from having a fun, laid back afternoon to all this crap. to this house that feels less like a home, and more like a prison. to this place where no matter what you do... you just don't feel welcome... you don't feel like you belong...