God damn it, there are nice things in the world- and I mean nice things. We’re all such morons to get so sidetracked.
I’m not the same everyday. There are times where I’m loud and chatty, and there are times when I’m really quiet. I don’t think I can define myself.
I don’t broadcast every high & I don’t hide every low. I’m trying to live. I’m not trying to convince the world I have life.
If you were in a different body, would you have the same personality?