Who is the face that looks back at me? It doesn't look familiar. Will it ever? Who is she? What will she do with her life? What will become of her?
That face is me, I know that, but at the same time, I don't know myself, and wish I did.
Right now, I feel like I seriously need some mental help, along with some other stuff..but thats not my point.
I feel like I'm on the edge, ready to fall, and I have noone to catch me. NOONE. I write here, and write here, and I used to feel like people listened, and I don't anymore. The only one that cares is Lisa. Or so it seems.
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