Okay. I've got places to go anyways. I'm trying to get out of the house more so my mom and dad will stop nagging me about never leaving. -_- They don't remember what it was like to go to high school. When you get home, you don't want to do anything.
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
These were autumn mornings, the time of year when kings of old went forth to conquest; and I, never stirring from my little corner in Calcutta, would let my mind wander over the whole world. — Rabindranath Tagore, The Cabuliwallah
