Kill me. You can’t kill my ideas.
It’s a tough thing to get used to, the idea that your life isn’t yours anymore.
I will always listen, and I’ll take good ideas. But I will never take orders.
I had an idea when I moved here of how life was gonna be. And, oh, okay, sure, while life can be disappointing, no one prepared me for the colossal frickin’ face-dive off a cliff that living in this crazy-ass town really is.
A diversity of ideas makes us all wiser.
