My thoughts race at times, when I think about what is happening in my life, yet I still say.
Why me?
Why do you hate me?
What did I do wrong?
I don't remember... I can't remember. It's as if I try to remember, I get a headache.
I hate this, just want to disappear at time, and see what will happen if I'm gone, or just behind the curtain. I want to know.