I'd sell my soul, my self-esteem, a dollar at a time

He sits next to me. We talk all the time. He tries to make me laugh. He succeeds. I try to make him laugh. I succeed.

I shouldn't stay up until 4 am on school days. It only makes me stranger than usual.

By the way, despite what martaj might say, I was just odd Friday night. It was past my bedtime.