I'm scared, okay? I'm really scared all the time.
I can deal with your judgment, because I've always marched to the beat of my own drummer--ever since i cut my camp shirt into a halter top.
Life is good, without it we'd all be dead.
It's like, 'Sorry I passed you an STD but I really enjoy your quirky web presence.'
I realize I'm not different. I want what everyone wants. I want what they all want. I want all the things. I just want to be happy.
I mean a lot of people think Im 19. I get carded all the time and no one think Im legal, like in the bedroom