one day I'll be old, without ever having really been young
How can thoughts hurt so much when they aren't even physical?
Maybe the new me will be different.
Why is life so difficult? Why can't we be just ourselves and have everyone accept us the way we are?
They have accepted me as an individual, as a personality, as an entity. I belong! I am important! I am somebody!
I’ve got to sleep. Sleep is my only way to escape.