Why Me?Why Me?
Why is it that they pick me last?
Why is it that every time something good happens Something bad follows?
Why can't I ever catch a break?
What are these feelings?
Why does everything that comes to mind refer to my only way out?
Why do I have these feelings?
Why is it that I feel alone?
Why is it that no one is there?
Why hasn't anyone been there?
Why am I alone?
Why Can't anyone help me?
Why don't they understand?
Why Can't I be me?
Who controls life?
Why can't I be special?
Where Is God?
Where are the angels?
Why can't they be with me?
I AloneI Alone:
I Alone understand who I am
I Alone understand what it is to be me
I Alone understand that I can only do what I am capable of.
I Alone understand that I can't be changed
I Alone know who I am
I Alone know who my friends are
I Alone know what people say about me
I Alone know what they really mean
I Alone think I can
I Alone think I can't
I Alone think I am
I Alone think I'm not
I Alone Understand The consequences
I Alone know why
I Alone think I can handle it.
Only One Knows I Can't
But That Isn't Me
Random Story: UntitledThe car was still running, but not going anywhere. I looked down at the clock on the dashboard. 12:30 PM. I sat, in the parking lot, across from a house that I had visited more times than I could remember. I wasn't sure I should do what I had intended to do when I drove here. There was a good chance that she didn't live there anymore. There was an even better chance that she had already forgotten about me.
I guess I should back up. Explain what happened, before I continue on to what I am doing. My story is a long and complicated one, so I will just say the basics.
My name is I.T. 3rd Class Jessica Sanders. I am currently on leave before going to my first duty station in Korea. I had joined the United States Navy, a month after graduating college with my Associates Degree, and I had just gotten done with Boot Camp and Advanced 'A' School. I wanted to make something right before I left. The house I am currently staring at is a house that I had visited a lot in high school, as its younges