I know my mom thinks I'm like... SO good for the planet and everything and I tell everyone at school I don't even like stuff that comes in plastic and I only wear old clothes and it's like a WHOLE THING for me, but sometimes when she's gone for work, I sneak down to the dusty basement where it’s dark and cold and I light up these really cheap candles that smell like fake fruit and sugar and it kinda makes everything warm and soft and I just sit there and feel like a big FAT LIAR.