I Wonder How I Seem To Them.

I Feel Like What I Have Become Is Halfway Between My Mother And My Father, Violent And Impulsive And Desperate And Afraid. I Feel Like I Have Lost Control Of What I Have Become.

You Don’t Believe Things Because They Make Your Life Better, You Believe Them Because They’re True.

I Don't Need To Relive My Fears Anymore. All I Need To Do Now Is Try To Overcome Them.

I Feel Like Someone Is Pressing Me Into A Mold That Does Not Fit My Body, Forcing Me Intothe Wrong Shape.

Sometimes I Just... Want To See It Again. Want To See You Awake.