There has been a thought plaguing my mind. It was from a poem in the school's writing book. The line is..."Is what I am really what I want to be?" I have to say that I agree with it. Is what I have become really what I want to be? I don't want to be trapped in the darkness anymore. I don't want to be hollow anymore. Why can't I find why I am still alive? *sighs* I had another dream last night. I don't want to get into details cause I still remember it. All I can say is, if it happens, I don't know what to do. *sighs again* Damn dreams. I hate them. I hate living. I hate me most of all. Just another theif. Just another whore. Just another liar. *sighs* I'm gone... Kari I feel like I Am all alone All by myself I need to get around this My words are cold I don't want them to hurt you If I show you I don't think you'd understand Cause no one understands