My feet hurt... my body hurts... my head hurts.. and my heart hurts. I hate this bright light beside me... I hate this white paper and blue ink pen... i hate the colour purple... and the fact that this room is green and so small. It makes me depressed to know that I'm only 16 and Chicago seems so far away. It hurts to think of good memories... with ones once loved... and it hurts to know this is all going to come to an end. I want this feeling to go away... and want this small town to go away. I want to be grown up and live my dream of making one cry by telling a story using my feet and body. I want someone to come along and turn on a light so I won't be walking alone in the dark... I've always been afraid of the dark. I want old friends to come back and live how we did when we were young... I want the bus ride to school to be fun again. I want to go back to the days where I had so much to find out. When everything was beautiful and nothing hurt. I don't want people to ask for so much... for there are others in far away places begging to get out of the rain. I don't want to be like others... then again I don't want to be so different. I want to be accepted but to the point where I'm perfect. I want the ball in my throat and the twisting of my stomach to vanish from my body. I wish everyone would open their eyes and accept someone different into their lives... and I wish that the pain would leave this world. I hope that one day I'll believe in love without having to hear the words "I love you" every day. I long for the day to come when others and myself can do without the feeling of emptiness. I wish the sun wouldn't shine so bright on days when I just want it to rain so I can stay inside and not feel guilty about it. But nothing of this sort can happen. I (along with millions of others in the world) may always walk alone. It's a thought that turns my dreams to nightmares... and my feeling tells me that it might someday come true. My life is of broken hearts... Do you like to hurt? I do... so will you hurt me? </3