ive become unfixable in my familie's eyes, a pathalogical liar, a worthless old penny. you can't make me shiny anymore, the layers are caked on too thick. a lip ring makes me a bad person. im a hopeless team effort, with silly dreams in my head. i dont feel the need to ask who i am anymore. its clearly stated in the voices of those around me. they predict and prove right. im nothing but a poor shoe maker stomping on my own plans.