*nods* Cool. About the picnic thing. Not the cousins. Mine do that all the time. They're clingy. But they're all younger than me by at least three years...so it's different.
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
Turn your demons into art, your shadow into a friend, your fear into fuel, your failures into teachers, your weaknesses into reasons to keep fighting. Don’t waste your pain. Recycle your heart. — Andréa Balt