I'm so tired of being stretched to the point where I feel I might break. I'm wasting away more and more with each day that passes by. I'm like butter scraped over too much bread, wearing thin with everyone who comes into my life....taking little bits and pieces of me. Yet I'm expected to stay strong in the times I need to be pulled together. It's a world full of paradox and oxymorons. I feel myself drifting in and out of consciousness, only to feel the pains of the physical world, never once getting rest of the present, but being able to look forward to the future. Why do I always have to be alone? To share those feelings with someone that you can't with a best friend or family or a religion is all I really ask. Just take away my physical pain. I'm so tired, all the time. I want my cheeks to go down from being on the prednisone. I want my life to go back to normal. I don't want to have crohn's, I want to eat normally, I want to have my long hair back, I want to be with someone....I want normal again.