//now it's my time to depart, and i just had a change of heart//

Who am I? Do I even know, or have I been wearing this mask of somebody else for so long that I am a mystery now to myself?

I've always seeked refuge in the familiarity of my self-destructive lifestyle, telling myself that I wasn't deserving of anything greater than the shit-show my very existence had become.

That is, until I, quite literally, ran into the messy haired boy that lives across the hall.

Rated mature for language, sexual references, and reference to drug use.