spooky, yeah?
now, how'd they know about my hair?
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~UPDATE~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Sometimes, I don't feel like I will make it here in Hattiesburg, because sometimes, I don't fit. And sometimes, i look at my life, and I still don't fit. I don't fit with what I've made, what I've done... who I know... it just seems odd sometimes, like I'm split, and sometimes, I'm left only with the part of me that doesn't belong at all. Unfortunately, I haven't found where it is that I DO belong....