Whitney goes running past me, obviously upset, and I have half a mind to chase after her and ask what's wrong. Knowing that she probably doesn't want to see me or speak with me, I keep my pace and look down at the path below me.
I'm never what I like I'm double sided And I just can't hide I kind of like it When I make you cry 'Cause I'm twisted up, twisted up Inside
It starts raining and I find her sitting before a tree. Sighing and looking up at the sky, I stop and hesitate before taking my jacket off and setting it over her head. I sit at her side, keeping my distance, but say nothing.
I'm never what I like I'm double sided And I just can't hide I kind of like it When I make you cry 'Cause I'm twisted up, twisted up Inside
This is a message to all you out there. You don't have to be the fastest writer. You don't have to write 2000 words in one sitting. But if you put your mind to it and really love your project, you can and will get further along than you ever thought possible. — FireEyes