Why do I always choose to mess up... unknowingly?
I'm not entirely sure if I'm causing trouble here or what, but I think almost 3 years of friendship
is not something I'd trade, for him or any guy for that matter.
Trust me, I'm a fucking lost sheep in this city just trying to find the right group of people to blend with.
I drink, I smoke, I party but God forbid, I'm no slut.