I want to be everything. But I've tried to be perfect & it never works out. If only I could do the important things right. Now this world has no use for me. Neither do the people that mean the most to me. I'm useless. Rejected. Infected. Diseased (without ease). Now the pain can never heal.
I just want to be everything.
Disclaimer
It is your choice whether or not to read this diary. The most I can ask is that you do not question me about it - I would rather not know if you have been reading it at all or even how you came to find it. Everything I have posted in this diary is what I had been thinking at the exact time I posted it. This diary is for me personally, and me alone. If I have written something you dislike: stop reading.
11:14 p.m.
Hold Me Tonight
