Sometimes I think that the hours in the day are just a countdown until night when we can go to sleep again. I sort of just float through the day, waiting until I can crawl into bed again, and become unconscious. It's the only comfort really.
I don't know what to do. Not really getting anywhere with anything. I feel likeI'm only living half heartedly.. not really here.
Hypersensitive. That';s what I was described as today. I've spent my whole life trying to be the opposite of that. Tough. Tough. Tough.
Untouchable.
Invinceable.
I'll never be what I want to be.

Oh, and I miss being blonde.