I guess I'll never measure up to anyone's expectations. I surely don't measure up to what I'd like to be.
Maybe the new me will be different.
I'm not really sure which parts of myself are real and which parts are things I've gotten from books.
This morning when I left Mom's parting words were, "Come straight home after school." Wow! Like I'm going to get stoned at 3:30—it doesn't sound so bad at that.
It's a good thing most people bleed on the inside or this would be a gory, blood-smeared earth.
The complete bottom has fallen out of my life.
