learning who I really am.

So here I am, good friends, good job, beautiful scenery. Honestly it was just seeing this place that reminded me of home... thing is it’s just like home. If you don’t grow up here you’re an outcast... shit you don’t even get opportunities to become part of it. You’re always going to be a periah

Don’t fuck this up for me.

Why would I invite you on my traveling when you can't stay for restocking? I was born to leave. I'll leave you as easy as any place.

You know that point in which you rail against, yell yourself hoarse, throw everything of yourself out there despite not being heard infant in spite of the effort not being heard? Yeah, well I forget how long ago that happened... now? I have no fucking clue as to how to react anymore...

I can say, do, share whatever the fuck I want and I still censor myself... wtf?