“i am humanthe lining of mucus still bargainthe vain i fear is like a miracleordinary people would always know about their heartbut as for me,, CLUELESSnobody knows me wellnobody understands menobody would careeventhough how much i put an effort into itim helplesstill nowi didnt changedi really dontand how much my aunt would adviceits just like pouring water into the leavesi dunt want it to be,i want to accomplish as i want it to be like i always wantedbut i dun know why am i so cruel to myselfi didnt try at alli let it goto be like i dunt want it to bei wont let it goto be like i want it to be”

“sometimes when i was at dark,,there is no light for me,,as for me do not know way to turn out,,how clueless am i till the point i really dunt knowi was heartlessi was painlessand i gain nothing for the past years,the forth coming through hatred me,,i dun even know why am i herestanding within my familythe past i gain is a shadow that i dun want to look ati was scared and startled like i was a statue of peoplelike in magenta lining of the clothesi feel nothingi feel no one knows mei feel no one understand mewhen the times i look after for allahthere is something always bargain me from searching itits like a pain i felt like no fearit was a wrap like book shelf in the cupboardthats mefinding the way to turn goodbut i do not know which path and direction”

“I didn't want to be such a good girl anymore. I wanted people to fear messing with me. ... I wanted to be intimidating. At least that's how I acted. The truth is, what I really wanted more than anything was to be liked. As much as I talked bad about those girls, I would have given anything for them to like me.”

“I didnt like being reminded about how self-absorbed i was. I wanted to be over this, done with this. I didnt want to live in a broken world or a broken me. I wasnt trying to weasel out of anything. I just wasnt in the mood of being on the earth that night. I get like that sometimes when it rains, or when i see certain sad movies.”

“...What I want is to be like I him. I want the gall, the gumption--for that is what it takes--to ask people I do not know if I may come into their lives, without fearing that they might say no, or fearing that once they let me in, they might hurt me. I want to know, truly know, others, reach out to people who would otherwise just come and go, passing through my life as strangers.”

“I know who I am and I like being me. As much as I care about David, I don't want to be with someone who doesn't accept the whole me. ”