I'm unique. End of story.
"I'm Sorry I Forgot Your Birthday; I'm Sorry 'Cause I Was Shit-Faced. I Thought It Was On A Wednesday, A Monday, Or A Tuesday. It's All The Same To Me, So What Would Make You Happy? Tell Me 'Cause I'm Sorry. These colors that find, look all the same to me."
The names Emily.
I hate it.
I'm a girl.
Nothing special.
I don't have a boyfriend.
Couldn't care less.
Music is a passion.
I keep it close to my heart.
I don't have many friends.
I prefer it that way--most of the time.
I hate liars.
They contaminate this world.