Why don't I ever know what I want or need?
Why don't I know how to feel about my state of confusion?
Why can't I be happy and fun-filled all the time?
Why do similar patterns always seem to come back and haunt me?
You are not alone. This is not the end of your story. Rescue is possible. (To Write Love on Her Arms)
And besides, what's the fun in life, if you know exactly how everything is going to turn out?
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