AKA I am really bored and need something to write. Bear with me as I attempt to write a story. You never how strong you are until being strong is the only choice you have left I hate me I always get in the way When I want to go out I always want to stay inside When I want to smile I always start to cry And when I love my life It's then I want to die I get confused with myself For we never do agree I wish I knew which one of us Was really truly me I either eat too much Or starve myself Sleep for 14 hours Or have insomniac nights Fall dangerously in love Or hate passionately I don't know what grey is I never did You didn't understand why I was crying, when I was happy just a second ago You wonder why I go from being indescribably happy, to breaking down in sadness You always figured something was wrong when I picked myself in my room, or when I stopped eating for a while But you never asked why -Marcelene I own nothing.