Shiver.

It's weird when you can't decide why you're shaking. Whether it's from the cold dampness of the leaking basement, or the fact that something so amazing as him really exists.

I feel sick a lot. It comes in waves.

I have never felt as lonely as I do now, sitting with a comforter wrapped around me in an office chair, water dripping into the corners of this sinking house.
It's really my own doing for letting things get this way.

The captain goes down with the ship.