I look up at the ceiling and sigh again, taking a breath of the cigarette. Girls are so complicated. I take her hand again but don't look at her, "I don't give off vibes, sweetheart. Stop trusting them."
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
When we are children we seldom think of the future. This innocence leaves us free to enjoy ourselves as few adults can. The day we fret about the future is the day we leave our childhood behind. — Patrick Rothfuss, The Name of the Wind
