I'm feeling glad. I've got sunshine in a bag. I'm useless, but not for long. The future is coming on.

I want to end this for my good, for your good, and for the good of those who know of this. I can't walk by you without fearing what will happen, and I can't look at your face without turning bright red. This never happens to me, so why must it happen now? It's a silly question, because I know that only I can provide the answer to it. I'd say that I need to end this, but at the same time, I'm not so willing. I wish I knew why I'm suddenly falling head over heels, but I know it doesn't matter. I've found myself hopelessly, terribly, and so unwillingly falling for you. I've barely trusted anyone with these words, but I fear the one who is closest to you - what will become of his words should he say anything? I suppose it's for me to wonder, and for everyone else to later find out. These are the words I've come to fear, and at the same time, I have learned to love.

I really can't say that I'm in love - I'm not. But hell, sooner or later, I could be.
I don't want it to happen, but it just might.

"You don't know me, and you don't even care. You don't know me, and you don't wear my chains."

And you will never know me.

...I hope it gives you hell.

So dance, kid, like you never have before. I was never given a chance at seeing the sunshine - I won't let you take it from me.

I fear I always will be.

And I'm sick of being the odd one out.

And, of course, these voices I hear inside my head are ringing on and on, so endlessly. I feel so schizophrenic, even though I know I'm not. I wish I knew what could be so wanted, so coveted. My ears are practically bleeding; the situation is like nails on a chalkboard. If only the truth could be so openly discussed. I can only hope that this is going to end soon. My future will predict itself and happen itself. I want no more hints.