Alexander probably is the most picture perfect typical bad boy I've ever met. His tongue is pierced which I did not know of until today when he childishly stuck his tongue out at me because I picked on his - even more so - messy hair in that tangled mess of his and he's always wearing his leather jacket and either converses/Vans or boots. He smokes as well which bothers me a little but it's his life.
On another note though, my doctor reminded me yet again of how long I have and I wish he would stop. So does my poor white rabbit. It's not fair to remind him constantly of the little time. For the first time though, my heart sunk when he reminded me.
Some days, I think I'm ready to die because there's a reason for everything.
But other days, I'm not ready because I'm so young and there's so much I have yet to do.