Can't
19 March 2004
I can't ever be who you want me to be. I'd like to, but it would be a terrible misunderstanding. I wan to be pure and genuine for you. I don't want to taint this. It's so hard for me to smile sometimes, so robotic. I want to hide my reflection. There are so many things I should, need and want to tell you. My head is so full of all of these things that want to escape. They will never leave. I can't tell -anyone- how awful this is.--
Arianne Moore


