Voices inside of me, voices outside of me, all telling me what to do. Its hard enough just to wake up in the morning. So much pressure to be this or that, pictures and ads show me what they think perfect is. I cry because I don't fit in, but then the people I am told to be like look miserable. I eat because I am hungry not because I have a problem. I don't like sports because I am not good at them. I enjoy walking because it makes me feel good to see nature. All of these things seem to make me odd. I can't find where I fit, I am a round peg in a world full of square holes. Is there anyone that feels like me. I am lonely but I can be very friendly. I don't mind corny jokes and imperfections. I just want a place where I can be myself.