Sometimes I'm strong and independent, mature and accepting, easily adapting to new situations and solving conflicts with patience and a wisdom beyond my years.

But other nights I'm just lost, lonely and sad, and so, so afraid. Clingy like a child, terrified and haunted by superstitions, premonitions, and bad dreams. We looked like giants in the back of my gray subcompact, fumbling to make contact.

P.S Леш, sorry, не сдержалась.