Who reads this?

As long as I have this, I don't think I'll ever stop asking that.

I lost me. I can't write songs or papers the way I want to. I can't think, speak, or act the way I want to. I can't be who I want to be.

Yeah, I'm selfish. Me, me, me.

My montra, for the time being: dreams are not reality. Sure, they can come true from time to time, but it's not always meant to be. They're just... dreams.

Michelle Kwan. She's my hero. She said that leaving was probably one of the hardest decision she's ever made, but the right one. Her dream of winning the gold at the Winter Olympics will probably never happen, but she said, "It's okay."

"It's okay." That's what I have to keep telling myself. But should I? If I continue, I'd just be lying to myself. Yes, life is good. It's a blessing. No doubt about that. But am I 'good' enough for life?