it seems that I have lost some anonymity (wait, A LOT of anonymity). I think I tried to get my life together but it all fell apart so horribly. And people saw this. I miss it when nobody knew who i was. I honestly really do. Walking down the street, at school, around town, I see people that know who i am and i long for the time when i was a complete stranger to everyone. i felt so much more comfortable than now. I miss it when I felt that the world was big and anonymous. i miss the fact that those around me could look at me as a mysterious person and just wonder. Now the truth is out there. I am a sad, sad person, and i wish that nobody knew that. I think i said before that I hate sympathy. It makes me feel much much worse. i think i need a really tough critic. it may be the only thing that can help me. And on every spring-of-the moment occasion that i try to get my life together it seems that things fall apart.