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"Think of me when you're out, when you're out there
I'll beg you nice, from my knees
And when the world treats you way too fairly
Well it's a shame I'm a dream

All I wanted was you..."


Today I lay on my bed and stared out the window as a cloud turned into a dragon, then to a dog, then to a mouse, and then disintegrated like candyfloss.
As I watched I was thinking:


"Why doesn't anybody think before they speak?"

"Am I not allowed to have a moment of weakness? A moment of insecurity?"

"Don't I deserve to have that insecurity vanquished?"

"Do I always have to be the strong one?"

"What do you do when your body and mind are fully rested, but your soul is exhausted?"

"Does anyone really know how I feel?"

"If not, then where do I go to get the answer?"

"In trying to stop beating myself up all the time, have I gone the opposite way? Do I now think I'm better- kinder, prettier, more fun, more patient, more thoughtful, more selfless- than I really am?"

"Why do I get so insecure?"

"What is wrong with me?!"