I wait outside for a few moments, replaying the argument over in my head again. After I'm sure Jason is far gone, I head in and go to my locker quick before meeting Faith at hers.
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
Faith comes in and starts doodling. I take out my notebook and flip through instead of doing anything, clearing my throat, "I know what happened yesterday."
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
It's like everyone tells a story about themselves inside their own head. Always. All the time. That story makes you what you are. We build ourselves out of that story. — Patrick Rothfuss, The Name of the Wind