i feel neither like a child nor an adult. i am a botched, failed creature, combining the worst qualities of each. all the helplessness and dependency of a child, with the cynicism and despair of an adult.
do you love me enough that i may be weak with you? everyone loves strength, but do you love me for my weakness? that is the real test. do you love me stripped of everything that might be lost, for only the things i will have forever?