New York by Angela Thomas i'm sick. i'm just so sick of everything, of thinking, or thinking about thinking, and growing older, and is it always this scary? does everyone feel they are trapped in a body that doesn't look like how they feel and how they want to be seen? do you get scared and want the comforts of being a child? are you like me, sitting on the bus, realizing that you really are going to move to New York in less than a year, and you're going alone. I want someone to lock the door behind me and tell me that I'm safe and loved, that I really am safe and loved. 08/25/2004 Posted on 08/25/2004 Copyright © 2024 Angela Thomas Return to the Previous Page   pathetic.org Version 7.3.2 May 2004 Terms and Conditions of Use 0 member(s) and 2 visitor(s) online All works Copyright © 2024 their respective authors. Page Generated In 0 Second(s)