Hi

Seconds creep by, then minutes, then hours. Days. A month. Where was sheepsticked? Why hadn't she commented on this profile yet? A wolf howls in the distance. You sit at a table in your house, stirring your hot chocolate as you get ready for bed. As you take your first sip, you retract quickly, the heat of the chocolately milk scalding your tongue. In that instant the lights in your house go off, a sharp breeze whistling through the windows.

She's here.

When the lights come back on all you see in front of you on the table is a wet spoon and a small slip of paper that says 'haha ur gaey'

Why is steam so social media like these days?

41 days already?