I got dressed up today. I even put on make up. You'd be surprised how hard it is to sit in this house alone.
You never appreciated my combat boots or bad attitude, so I changed. This is who I am now. The one thing that never changed, is that I am always alone, and being myself will never be good enough.
I miss you sixteen, all full of **** and vinegar. Angry and fighting for no particular reason. Perfectly content with being alone.