I sometimes lay at night and think
y about my my . my life. Another
wasted day, another wasted week.
L another wasted month siding 17.
C. front of my computer. I glance
outside my window occasionally
and wonder what its like to have
me but myself. I like to
be alone, but there are times when '
wish I could talk to someone
beyond 'll computer screen. ‘It' s
I tell myself, " change
tomorrow. I' ll make everything
better. ill take initiators. I' ll start
being more " and I fall
asleep truly believing mat
tomorrow will be a better day.
But then tomorrow comes and nothing changes.
We worse part. is that there is no one to blame but mistat.