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I Feel Like I'm 100 Years Old. I Can't Tell You What I Did Today. I Can't Tell You What I Did For Seven Years. I Can't Tell You. It Happens So Seamlessly - I'm Just Floating Along And Seven Years Go By.

Because For Whatever Reason, Even Though I Want To Stay Home All The Time And Be Left Alone, I Want To Tell The World Who I Am Now.

I Volunteered At Ucla's Occupational Therapy Ward, Where There Are Lots Of Kids With Autism And Emotional Problems. I Just Wanted To Prove To Myself That I Could Not Break Down And Cry At Everything, And That I Could Just Help Somebody Else. The One Thing I Really Remember Was That When We Would Take Them Out Of The Hospital For A Walk Around Campus, They Would Freak Out The Most When We Were Waiting For The Elevator. I Remember The Guy At The Elevator Said To Himself, "transitions Are The Hardest." And I Said To Myself, "transitions Are Always The Hardest."

The Way I Feel About Music Is That There Is No Right And Wrong. Only True And False.

How Can I Ask Anyone To Love Me When All I Do Is Beg To Be Left Alone?