This is my curse. This is my problem. I don't want anyone to get involved. That's just the way I am. But sometimes, I need someone to listen to. Sometimes I need a friend.

But what happens when you wonder if you've got friends? What happens when you begin to think that everyone's given up on you?

I'm just me. I'm not supergirl. I don't want to be. I get hurt too. From the people I never thought could hurt me. Until it boils down to it, I don't realise that what you're saying cuts likes a knife. Who cares anyways, my best friends don't read this. They wouldn't know.

Take me home. Please.