Me Against The World (A Narrative - Part 9)
I'm a nightmare, a disaster That's what they always said I'm a lost cause, not a hero But I'll make it on my own I've got to prove them wrong They'll never bring us down We'll never fall in line I'll make it on my own Me against the world - Me Against The World – Simple Plan Belize stared up at the ceiling in her new little apartment on Hale’s, the tshirt and shorts almost not enough for the cool nights of the rock. She knew it was morning the way the sun peeked out from behind the thick curtains. She finally wrestled herself out of bed and wiped herself down before she got dressed in the leather pants and black and blue checkered vest. After wrestling with her boots, she laid back on the couch and relaxed while she stared at the front door. In here, she was safe. No heart breaking decisions. No contact with despair or depression. And no contact with sorrow and sadness. She debated with herself for what seemed like hours, but her cortex beeped and alas, ...