I make a note to clean it up tomorrow before heading to the stairs. I freeze halfway there, wondering if she's still mad at me. In case she is, I head back down and curl up on the couch.
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
You'd better wise up, Pony... you get tough like me and you don't get hurt. You look out for yourself and nothing can touch you, man. — Dallas Winston, The Outsiders