Group of
people: *Carelessly mentions
something I'm completely obsessed with* Me: *Jumps into active volcano as I try not to
scream to the whole world about how I've dedicated my whole
life to that thing*
Letting go of someone you love is like
letting go of a balloon. You know there are millions of
other balloons... but yours is gone. And you might see it
again some day, miles and miles from where you set it
free, but it's never the same.
Interveiwer: So were you in any clubs in high
school? Vic: Yeah there was this one Mexican cub. Tony: Um, that's a gang Vic: No, we did a lot of art Tony: No Vic, that was graffiti...