You never had the time, because you moved too slow.

I'm just another one, I'm just another one.

Am I the end of this? I told my father yesterday through the tears that I just want to be normal. It feels like I'm crawling around in the dark, no end or light within view.

Is today the last day spent in a lie? I sit around and I jump around, I bounce from relationship to friend to relationship and back again, I attempt to be myself around other people, but most of the time it doesn't work; and the only person I could ever let loose around is gone, gone for months, almost a year.

It's chilly outside, chilly enough to freeze my perspective. I am not the person I promise you I am. I will never be the person you think I am. I wish I had the life you think I live. Listen: it isn't that simple.