Please, Wendy.

Make me feel better

again. Why did I have

to meet you, just to

lose you?

Today Tinkerbell

convinced me to fly

and to try having fun.

It wasn't too bad,

but after awhile I just

felt tired. It felt how I

imagine growing up

would feel.

What is it you told me,

once? That growing up

would mean new adventures?

I just keep thinking, maybe it

wouldn't be so bad,

you know?