You sit in your room listening to Drown by BMTH. You cry. You love Oli so much, yet you know it can never be...because you may never meet him and because you're destined to marry Donald Trump. You don't love Trump. You want him to get ran over by a train. Suddenly, your phone beeps. It's probably from that loser Jennessa again, you thought, I'll just get ignore it. Just then, your slave, Chris, walks in. "OH HOLY MAJESTY OF THE KINGDOM OF EMO EMU I WOULD LIKE TO ASK YOU A QUESTION MY QUEEN"he says. "Shoot"you says. "OKAY" he pulls out a revolver. "No you idiot. Ask me your question."you then mutter"I knew I should've bought Isaiah" Chris asks,"WHAT ARE YOU PLANNING ON DOING THIS WEEKEND?" "your mom" you answer. "OKAY I WILL TELL SIR DONALD THEN! TELL MOMMY I SAID HI" he leaves. You sigh. You go back to your music. Goner by tøp comes on. You think, oh great like my life isn't sad enough. You are tired. You sleep. You dream about Oliver and Josh. You are happy. For now.