Family problems, physical problems, mental
problems, social problems, you name it and I have
it.
I'm surrounded by problems, but somehow, I manage to be
happy.
Me: Ohmygod it's
that kid walking by
Me: Should I wave
Me: I mean we talk sometimes
Me: I guess we're friends
Me: But we're not like friend friends.
Me: Are we?
Me: It's not too late to run and hide is it
Me: Here she comes
Me: How about a smile. There's nothing that could go wrong with
a smile.
Me: Is there?
Me: Too late. She's here.
Girl: *makes eye contact*
Me: *dies*