"Too many bottles of this wine we can't pronounce.
Too many bowls of that green, lucky charms.
The maids come around too much.
Parents ain't around enough."
Your tiny shoes were drenched in blood after you took your first baby steps. Ewww gross.
(Announcement: Sorry for being inactive because of school and such. I promise to make more chapters next week.)
You're a walking bomb. You leave a trail of gasoline everywhere you go, and it only takes a tiny spark to make everything go kaboom. Please avoid sparks, dude.