But why are there still people out there expecting something good about me? “Tims, why are you like that?” or “ei, Timz… why? How come? Is that you? Something wrong?” why are they so surprised to know what is happening to me right now?
This is my life… I wanted to be free… let me go… get lost… let me live my life…I am desperate to be happy…let me be...
I am not good… I am not strong… I am not smart… I am Cristy—and I am so tired of expectations.

Originally posted at
cristymay.multiply.com
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