"Who have you become? Where are you going? What are you making yourself into? You think you're so original? Huh? Lauren? You aren't real!" I want for once for things not to feel this way, like I'm not struggling so hard to keep my head above water. I'm so tired. So many things to do. I would just like a break. I want to be happy or at least content with what I have. But I'm too tired to summon up the enthusiasm
To whom it may concern . . ."Travel through time, who were you after? You were mine."