Before we begin, I think you should know.
One day, I'll love something. I'll earn next to nothing. I'll learn
the guitar. I'll get a meaningful tattoo. I'll cut my hair short and
dye it bleach blonde. I'll drift through towns and I'll be dirt poor.
I'll live in a few houses, but I'll never find a home. I'll give up on
logic. I'll stop crying. I'll pour my heart out to strangers. I'll
bleed for the fun of it. I'll buy a Polaroid. I'll record every
moment. I'll be able to do anything. One day, I'll be free.
So, hi. Um. I hate these things. Uh, I have a passion for music. I'm
honest. I want to be a graphic designer. Blonde hair. Blue eyes. I'm a
peacemaker. And for some reason, I never fit in. I don't think I
Well, I guess this is goodbye.