“If. One. More. Label. Try. To. Stop. Me. It’s. Gon. Be. Some. Dread head. Niggas. In. Ya. Lob-by. HUH! HUH!” Camille hopped around with her headphones plugged in, and awkwardly hit the folk, prancing around the shelter singing out passionately while placing another sour patch in her mouth chewing through her singing. “You don’t want no problem, want no problem with me! HUH!”

Move on, leave, run away, escape this place… but don’t forget about me, about us, about this town. Always remember where you come from so you can appreciate how far you’ve come.
—  c.j.n.
You claim to love her, inside and out, but the only time you call her beautiful is when it’s 3 in the morning and I’ve already turned you down.
—  girls tell each other everything, c.j.n.