I , lay at night and think
abcat my day - my life. Anither
l wasted day, anither wasted .
anither wasted month sitting Ti'
frint cf my ! I glance
butane my window
and wander what its like Til have
friends and Til - live same
stilt cf active life. He cne is
me but myself. I like Til
be mane, but there are times when I
wish I cauld talk Til sameone
ENI, I tell myself, " change
Timtam' I' ll make everything
mam, I' ll take initiative. I' ll start
being mere ' and I fall
asleep truly believing that
Timtam' will be 'h) mam day.
But then tomorrow comes and nothing changes.
The worse part.. is that there is no we tn blame but myself.