Beware Of That Monster Called 'self-loathing'.

You Will Go To The Paper Towns And Never Come Back.

He Took A Long Drink, Then Grimaced. “i Do Not Have A Drinking Problem,” He Announced, His Voice Needlessly Loud. “i Have A Churchillian Relationship With Alcohol: I Can Crack Jokes And Govern England And Do Anything I Want To Do. Except Not Drink.

"please Stop," I Said. "you're Upsetting The Black Santas."

I Want To Minimize The Deaths I Am Responsible For.

So Keeping The Box Closed Just Keeps You In The Dark, Not The Universe.