Well, mostly it’s my illiteracy. Always sucked at typing, always been bad at spelling. You got a text from me? I bet it’s real hard to read. I was born, a fucking chip on my shoulder, and these brown/hazel eyes that reserve me through space and time--they can always disguise me. I know it’s hard to believe, some people don’t like me. Oh no! I had a wonderful time, I’m just going home alone tonight. Always worried if my depression spikes, then you could see me in real light. It’s like the whole werewolf thing, except its low self-esteem. And dude Its low self-esteem, some motherfuckers don’t like me.