---Sometimes i get so weird i even freak myself out i laugh myself to sleep, it's my lullaby. Did you think I'd care if people stare? I don't care what i wear. I'm not picky about my hair. Is it enough to love? Is it enough to breathe? Some body tear my heart out and leave me here to bleed. No one said i need to be perfect and I'm tired of living the way they want. This time is about me. I'm going to live my life as if it were only me---
