Who knows who I am? Where can I go? Who can tell me what to do? Who can tell me what’s right?
god… How does any8ody live the way I do? No one knows what they’re doing. 8ut everyone tries. Everyone’s gotta make it work 8ut I don’t want it to 8e this way. I don’t want to patch up my life with planks of wood, half-pounded nails, and tape. I want the real thing. I want what I o8viously lost; I want what was there at the start. And not a single person on this world can give me that. 8ut they can point me to someone who can.