March 2011
February 2011
We are all a little weird, and life’s a little weird. But when we find someone whose weirdness is compatible with ours, we join up with them, fall in mutual weirdness and call it love.
Just might be paranoid, I’m avoiding the lines because they just might split, can someone stop the noise? I don’t know what it is but I just don’t fit. Consider me destroyed, I don’t how to act ‘cause I lost my head. I must be paranoid. I never thought it would come to this. I’m paranoid.
