It’s just a phase, they say. Don’t worry; it’ll pass. I wish it was true. I feel like a fake. Nobody knows who I am inside and the feelings I’ve felt. They’re not normal. At least, I don’t think they are? If this is normal, what kind of a messed up world are we living in, where no one can share their fears and love with each other? Does everyone constantly find lies coming out of their mouths to protect themselves? How do I find a way through if there’s no one by my side? I wish you would just call me when it’s all over, but you’ll never love me like that. You’re not strange like me.