Time is fleeting... I have never felt so alone. There was a time that I can remember when I was happy. I was different. I was little. I was naive. But ignorence is bliss. There was a time where people wanted to talk to me. A time where I could be me and be happy. No It seems like I'm working hard to please people so they will want me around at all. I will always feel like I need to improve myself. But that's only because I'm insecure. Its because of everything around me...