Once there, I lock the door behind me and find Nic drunkenly babbling on the couch to himself. Shaking my head, I drape a blanket over him and head to my old room. I lie down and stare at the ceiling, not tired.
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
Remember: when people tell you something’s wrong or doesn’t work for them, they are almost always right. When they tell you exactly what they think is wrong and how to fix it, they are almost always wrong. — Neil Gaiman
