Chapter 22

• MATTHIAS, 28 YEARS OLD, NEW YORK.
• I was fucking crazy.
• I was stupidly insane. There were no words to describe the level of idiocy I was currently exhibiting and I– I was going to fucking bury myself alive when I managed to get out of here. I was going to do it and I was going to probably leave a note for her. Tell her it was okay that she offered to do ‘anything’ for a pack of spicy noodles at ten in the fucking morning. And that maybe- maybe I would’ve taken her up on the fucking offer if I wasn’t so fucking crazy.