I'm sick and tired of you.
No.
I will not wear make up.
No.
I will not stop fighting.
No.
I will never stop writing.
These things I can promise to you.
Because you are here for the same reason I am.
To see if anything is worse.
To rebel.
Because I guess,
That if you are here for the same reason I am,
Then you can feel as I do.
Stranded.
I promise you.
Thats what they all say.
But the difference is,
I mean it.
