Communication is what I'm all about. Right? Wrong. I hardly say what I'm thinking. Not even here, not now. Our differences are growing every day. Not petty little differences, but fundamental ones. We talk and there is nothing to say. I'm tired of filling the silence. I'm tired of daydreaming. I'm not a little girl anymore. I can hope but I don't believe.
Alone. Alone. Alone. Alone. Alone.
When will I accept it? When will I find someone like me?