What really to say? I do things that get me into a lot of trouble, and they're starting to bite me in the butt. Karma's catching up to me, I guess one could say, but never could I say that I regret all of the things that I do. If I had the chance to decide whether or not to do it all again, without even a second of hesitation, I would. The things I do are my life, and if they kill me, so be it.

~So what would you do if the world you held on your shoulders, suddenly became too heavy? What would you do if your life was ripping apart at the seams? What would you do if everything that you cared about was being forcibly pulled away from you?~

What am I most proud of? I was asked this once. My answer? How easy it is for me to lie, and just keep going on and on, elaborating one little lie into this big fictional story in just a matter of seconds with no hesitation.