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
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
