I close my eyes and black out the day. The exhaustion of living through it, surviving.
But you'd sell your soul for it, wouldn't you? For one day of feeling beautiful.
You would never understand, Kim. You think I'm normal; you wish I was.
Me? I had no dreams. No longings. Dreams only set you up for disappointment. Plus, you had to have a life to have dreams of a better life.
What did she see in me? What does she see that I don't?
Who will see you through the darkness? "Me," I key in the answer. "I'll find my own way.