As Much As I Feel Sad, I

I Feel Like A Big Faker Because I've Been Putting My Life Back Together, And Nobody Knows.

I Would Give Someone A Record So They Could Love The Record, Not So They Would Always Know That I Gave It To Them.

I Am Writing To You Because She Said You Listen And Understand And Didn't Try To Sleep With That Person At That Party Even Though You Could Have.

Something Really Is Wrong With Me. And I Don't Know What It Is.

It's Kind Of Like When You Look At Yourself In The Mirror And You Say Your Name. And It Gets To A Point Where None Of It Seems Real. Well, Sometimes I Can Do That, But I Don't Need An Hour In Front Of A Mirror. It Just Happens Very Fast, And Things Start To Slip Away. And I Just Open My Eyes, And I See Nothing. And Then I Start To Breathe Really Hard Trying To See Something, But I Can't. It Doesn't Happen All The Time, But When It Does, It Scares Me.