I Was So Self-critical. I Still Am,

I Would Really Like To Go Back To School. I Would Love It Now.

Though Dreams Can Be Deceiving; Like Faces Are To Hearts, They Serve For Sweet Relieving, When Fantasy And Reality Lie Too Far Apart.

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 Would Never Kill Myself, But You Can Kind Of Let Yourself Die.

Now I Feel Like Whatever I Do, No One Can Hurt Me. I Cannot Be Violated, I Cannot Be Humiliated, I Cannot Be Disregarded, I Cannot Be Disrespected.