I Feel... I feel so very sad. I feel betrayed. I feel, that I have been put second to those i put first. -But, of course, it may seem. What I feel means nothing at all.

I Try To Run. I feel trapped inside my head. I am so sick of everybody and everything. I don't know what I want anymore.

Acting Is A Work Of Art I act like I don't care. But inside, I swear, I'm dying.

Sacrifice. I sacrifice. I sacrifice for the sake of others well being. I do not join without being invited. I do not seek affection. I wait till it finds me, I'm still waiting.

Me, Myself And My Mental Image. You look wonderful in that dress, they say. Yes. I do feel wonderful. But when I look in the mirror, sneak a glance at my reflection in a window. I see my pudgy arms, my non-existant waist, my greasy hair and my enormous feet. And then I look again. And I'm back to my normal shape and size. But my mental image stays the same.