April 2008
Some
days I sit staring out the window, watching this world pass me by. Sometimes I
think there's nothing to live for. I almost break down and cry. Why am I here? Am I just wasting my time?
Some
days I sit staring out the window, watching this world pass me by. Sometimes I
think there's nothing to live for. I almost break down and cry. Why am I here? Am I just wasting my time?