And I identify too closely with my reading, with my writing.
Please don’t expect me to always be good and kind and loving. There are times when I will be cold and thoughtless and hard to understand.
Kiss me and you will see how important I am.
I think I am worthwhile just because I have optical nerves and can try to put down what they perceive. What a fool!
What is my life for and what am I going to do with it? I don't know and I'm afraid.
I want to kill myself, to escape from responsiblity, to crawl abjectly back into the womb.