Can't be worse than mine. Looks like a fifth grader wrote it... And I have to turn in everything the first day of school. I'ma be a junior....and I write as if I'm six years younger. -_-
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
He began to wonder why he had felt uneasy at all. It was like a man wondering in broad daylight why a dream had appeared so terrible to him at night. — Chinua Achebe, Things Fall Apart