I declare that I have no idea what this photo means, above.

I’m lying in the statement above.

I think that tacky people make the world brighter, and also tackier.

I want to believe in coincidences.

I also want to believe that there are no coincidences, when things are convenient for them not to exist.

I would also really like to fall asleep, but my mind is full of the strange stuff I just told you.

Also, there is the fact that caffeine = sometimes not my friend.