What you see, isn't always what you get

I won't be alive so I won't care who finds me.

I hear you. I just don't believe a word you say.

What will I become? Because I won't be me any longer. That will be a relief. I dont want to be the helpless person I've always been.

Cut the ending. Revise the script. The man of her dreams is a girl.

Miracles don't happen. You make them happen. They're not wishes or dreams or candles on a cake. They're not impossible. Reality is real. It's totally and completely under my control.

Like anyone cared where I was, or who I was.