why is it that when I get down, I can't get back up on my own? It seems like I'm always looking, needing, wanting, craving, the love of someone else to pull me up from my fall. Why can't I stand on my own two feet, and walk on solid ground without someone by my side? Why can't I love myself the way others say they do? Why is it that I can't see the girl in the mirror that eeryone calls pretty? Why can't I see me for who I really am? Why can't I be strong and courageous? Pretty and interesting, strong and outgoing? Why cant' I seem to find my own way through life and be my own person like everyone else seems to be able to do so easily?