I'm an 18-year-old boy, and I'm having fun. I'm just not having as much fun as people make out.
I can see how you could get dragged into the bad stuff, but I've got good friends around me, good family. I think I've got my head screwed on.
A real girl isn't perfect and a perfect girl isn't real.
I do miss having someone to spoil, somebody that you can just sit with for a bit.
And you still have to sqeeze into your jeans, but you're perfect to me.
I’ve always wanted to be one of those people who didn’t really care much about what people thought about them.. but I don’t think I am.