I try to figure out how does this world works…
I try to figure out this friendship shit…
I try to figure out this love shit…
I try to fit in a category, or two, or… who the fuck knows how many… to fit somewhere.
I try to find out who I really am and what I can do.
I test my limits, I have not reached the bottom line yet.
I’m not flawless, I have many issues to fix or figure out, but hey, are you perfect?
I’m changing, and I’m finding myself, defining myself, but hell I’m still a teenager!
Period.





