I'm a 20 year old mess. 
My head is filled with ideas which I have a really hard time putting into words. 
My heart gets easily broken. 
I cry a lot. 
I hate to cry. 
I try not to starve myself. 
I am a mess.
I don't always hate myself. 
Sometimes, I do. 
I wish I could be a better person. 
I try to be. 
I wish I was a better writer. 
I don't know how to become one. 
I'm sorry, i'm talking an awfully lot about myself.
I make music. 
No one has ever heard it, besides myself. 
Some days, it's very difficult for me to get out of bed. 
I'm trying to learn how to let people in. 
I don't want to push everyone away. 
But, I do. 
Sadly.
I wish there was more time in the universe. 
The universe amazes me. 
I wish I was among the stars. 
No air. 
Silence. 
I am a mess. 
Floating between galaxies. 
I believe in the kindsness of strangers.
But I try not to be naive. 
I believe in the best in people. 
But also in the worst. 
I believe there's a reason for everything. 
Even though life is unfair. 
I believe in a better future. 
I hate messy things. 
I often freeze.
My hands are cold, most of the time. 
The colour blue frightens me. 
It is my favourite colour. 
I fear God. 
But I know he loves me. 
I believe in the afterlife. 
I love the stars. 
I wish not to be forgotten.
I wish I could be interesting. 
I am not. 
I wish I was not invisible. 
But sometimes, I am glad to be. 
I appreciate my friends. 
I hope they know that. 
I wish I could help other people.
I wish I could make other people smile. 
I wish I could make other people feel something. 
I try to smile. 
Even when it hurts. 
It often does. 
I'm on here because I am incomplete - like the works on my page. 
I wish I could finish them. 
I wish I was better at finding motivation. 

I have mentioned the word 'I' 50 times this fair. 
I am very sorry.  
51.