Him: This is what’s so bull (bullshit).
Him: At first it’s really nice. Then afterwards it all just feels so… empty.
Him: I should keep myself on an even level. It can’t get too nice, you know.
Him: My mom would be so upset if I killed myself.
Me: There are more people who’d get upset if you did
Me: It’s so unfair… I mean, I feel awesome now. All warm and happy.
Him: I’m like a flower.
Him: You have to be carefull with me.
Him: Maybe like a geranium.
Me: Hah, naaah. Geraniums can take anything. You can have them out on the balcony for like all year ’round.
Page four is’nt even sketched yet, so you’ll have to wait for it… Men den som väntar på nått gott!