The city keeps on moving.

I think, in a sense, I've always had a hard time expressing myself. I'm living in a strange world, and I don't know where to put myself in it.

I think I have such a hard time finding myself because I don't really know myself as much as I think I do. I mean, for what it's worth, making people laugh and having serious conversations with people isn't all that I'm good for. I think I'll I'm trying to say is that I'm not as appreciated as I thought I would be. I give people attention, but where's mine? I'm not seen if I don't say anything. I really don't like that about myself.

I wish I could be different sometimes. What if I had a different life? Would I be the person everyone would go to for help? Oh how I wish I was right now. Sometimes I even wonder if I have so much of a different personality that I don't seem to connect with anyone I know anymore. It's almost as if conversations I seldom have disappear within seconds, and I'm left to wonder why.

If people don't want to talk to me then I must me truly boring. Am I the type of person to fade out over six months?

The other day, I asked one of my very close friends if we (jokingly) should take a break from friendship. She only replied, "no."

I'm at a stage in my life when I take things too seriously. When I'm told not to touch something, I won't touch it in fear. When I'm told to do something, I do it right away without complaint.

I'm the kind of person who secretly wishes that someone would say to me, "don't go."

What am I good for in the world I live in?