A girl with too much time on her hands.
Drawing, reading, internet, sleeping
"Friends Forever" Vitamin C
Will we think about tomorrow like we think about now?
Can we survive it out there? Can we make it somehow?
I guess I thought that this would never end,
but suddenly it's like we're women and men.
Will the past be a shadow that will follow us 'round?
Will these memories fade when I leave this town?
I keep, keep thinking that it's not goodbye.
Keep on thinking it's our time to fly.

"Poison-types let few things surprise them or bother them. They're kind of cynical and pessimistic, but in a level-headed way, taking everything with an even sort of preparedness."
