Does anyone listen to me? Am I really alone in this world? Can no one understand me? Because I can't. I don't know who I am sometimes. It's like I'm someone else all the time. Never myself. I don't even know who the real me is sometimes. I'm like Niki/Jessica/Gina on the show Heroes. Always a different person. Sometimes I can't remember some things. Am I totally different than everyone else? Why does everyone seem to find it easy to pick on me? Is it because I don't retaliate enough to hurt back? Because I can. I can start smashing your head into the wall, into your damn computer moniter and watch it break as you scream with glass sticking out of your head and me standing over you, victorious, laughing, knowing I had done what I accomplished. Sometimes I want this world I am in to be a dream. To be nothing more than just a dream. Most of the time I want my life to be like those on the shows and movies. Am I different? Am I special? Or is it just my imagination and I'm a no one...