It seems so simple, what I want. It's what I've wanted my whole life, but never found. Brief fleeting moments leave me emptier than before. I need these things to last.

Happiness. Peace. Understanding. Lasting friendships. Freedom from fear. The ability to write again. To stop the pain that I bring to myself. To be able to understand and to see things from both sides without the burden of helping everyone. I want help.

Sometimes I think I'm asking for too much.


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