I still remember being in school, being uncomfortable with myself.

Thinking, if I miss a day everyone would forget me by the next.

I remember when Friday was my favorite day and Sunday night was the worst.

I still feel this way.

Where does the time go?

Wish I could see how I’ve changed.

Went from being shy to quiet.

Seems like I’m not doing much, but really, I’m busy in my own thoughts, wishing I could live in someone else’s mind.

By Marcy White