I've got 99 problems
and it all starts at the base.
I've never thought I thought like
other people, except maybe my close
friends. I don't really know how to
frown, it's just impossible to do
(it's proven, hunny.) I try not to cuss,
but I do it sometimes. My laugh sounds
like I'm dying. I'm way into photography
and way, way into music. I love to sing
and I love people hearing me sing (not
including when I'm joking around. That's
not real singing.) I wish I could explain
half of the junk that goes through my mind,
but it's only something that can be expressed
through art -- singing and painting. I'm only
good at what's never, ever going to be useful
to this world. I'm pretty okay with that. (:
