There's these things, that we learn to live with, that we learn to ignore. Like the insults that people yell at us in the street simply for their personal satisfaction.
Then there's these things that we keep inside of us, to supposedly protect us, or even to protect the others.But these things will eventually destroy us. There are short stories, beautiful and sweet love stories, there are also fairy tales and horror stories and dramas that nobody wants to live.
But some stories happen to us, and we have no control over what kind of story we're gonna get. The lucky ones will have a beautiful end,the less fortunate will die.
Which brings me back to me, Faith Cassidy. I am a night girI, I think I've always been. Whatever the kind of person I was, I am, or I will be, it doesn't explain what I lived.
