I can't open a can soda cause the metal under my finger nail makes me feel sick.
I get dressed up like I'm going somewhere important and then go to bed.
The word loaf makes me cringe.
Some days I believe in god, most days I don't.
I wan't to be a part of something big and important, I've accepted the fact I probably never will.
I have a re-occuring dream that I'm singing a really sad song in front of a large crowd of really happy people.