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
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
