It's never just a drizzle, it will always pour.
I know why I'm sick. There's nothing they can do. I'm just supposed to wait it out.
No thank you! I'm going out from something cool, something interesting, something I get to decide.
Imagine if it was mercury poisoning? Or, or, oleander? You know, like in that book?
I want, I need at least one aspect of me to be memorable.















