I feel alone. I have been feeling alone for a very long time now, so it doesn't bother me as much anymore. I've come to understand that I'm different. Yet, why, I do not know. I would be lying, if I said I didn't have fear. Everyone has some degree of fear. That's part of what makes us who we are. I am willing to battle with my fear as I continue down this dark path, I call my life. I hope for a better ending than begining. Don't we all hope like this? I can't see the conclusion. I can barely see past my own narrow nose. Do I worry? Yes, sometimes I worry. I try to smile more than I cry. Whats the point of alot of tears? Tears don't do me any good, so I try to cry as little as possible. At least when I smile, I can cheer myself up, if only but for awhile. Sometimes I thought I was worse off than before but wasn't. Sometimes I thought I was better off than before but wasn't. Sometimes I thought I was worse off than before and was. Sometimes I thought I was better off than before and was. Sometimes I thought right. Sometimes I thought wrong. Sometimes I say to myself that, "This is life and all of its charms."