And at around 2 my time, I'm headed off for however long. My sister bought a new game yesterday, of which I apparently chipped in on (...I don't even know when that was decided, to be honest), and wants me to play with her for a while.
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
The bird that would soar above the level plain of tradition and prejudice must have strong wings. It is a sad spectacle to see the weaklings bruised, exhausted, fluttering back to earth. — Kate Chopin, The Awakening
