So no one will give it to me?… Fine! I’ll make my own! And I’ll make it better!

A description of my point of view on the world.

Every time I go somewhere, she is there with me but against me.

About me leaving High School and how it was sad to see myself and others leave. We were there for five years. And now, it was the time to leave. Last month it marked a year since I left. And a lot has changed. A lot.