Waking Up.

The world is a horrible place.
I am a horrible person.
We are a horrible society.
They are horrible people.

My name is Caralyne Anderson. I'm 17. I'm the definition of non-perfect. No one likes me, no one cares about me, and I don't think anyone ever will. But I've come to accept it and embrace it. I don't want to wake up.

By the way...I'm sorta, kinda in a coma. In a hospital. On a bed. Knocked out cold. For two months, now.