"I'm not a stranger to the dark Hide away, they say 'Cause we don't want your broken parts I've learned to be ashamed of all my scars Run away, they say No one will love you as you are"
"I just made something unexpected, something sharp, something new. It's not symetrical or perfect, but it's beautiful and it's mine. What else can I do?" - Me everyday on this site we all call Neocities
"I'm so sick of pretty, I want something true, don't you?"