Don't tell me what to think Cuz I don't care this time Don't tell me what to believe Cuz you won't be there to Catch me when I fall, But you'll need me When I'm not here at all Miss me when I'm gone, again... (I'm going down in flames I'm falling into this again. I'm going down in flames I'm falling into this, again....) -------------------------------------------- That song's pretty much my anthem for now. The summary of one layer of me lately goes like this to this overrated, lying, cheating, manipulating, black hearted, brainwashing, controlling, greedy, detestable, ROTTEN society and religion: Don't tell me how to think or act because if you do, you have been cordially invited to KISS MY BIG FAT COUNTRY POTTY-MOUTHING WHITE ASS because YOU probably won't be there when it actually counts. Of course, I am aware that you, the person reading this, think this sounds really childish and immature, and that's probably BECAUSE IT IS. DEEEEER!!! But ya know what? Maybe that's because I feel like being a moron today, and I'm about past caring... Brittany