Questions

There're never really far behind.

Why did I have to go through that and lose so much? It's not my fault.
Where am I headed now? University and- what?
Will my grades be good? Please let me go to Melbourne.
Will I make good friends there in an alien land?
Where lies my dream?
Where lies love and companionship?
How should I spend my remaining days? Only cycling? Surely there are some books I can read.
How can I find the will to practice on my piano when I'm so restless?
How do I stop thinking so much?
How can I find something meaningful to think about?
It's so boring these days... and we all know that boredom makes its own fatigue.

Does anyone really understand me? Can anyone comprehend what I've been through?
Can someone still love me in spite of all the scars I bear?
Can they?