ill at ease. still a child. no boyfriends. a squandered youth i still regret. the absence of rebellion. i look back, think about myself and feel depressed. oh to erase the feelings of ineptitude. what did i do? read books, write poetry. fill page after page of countless diaries. i listened to sad music; i listened to my parents and did what they asked me. i'll end up alone, i would tell myself.