It's still very much a work in progress. Just gotta set the time aside to fix it all up. It will come I assure you! It's just when I get the time.

I am just so tired, and every passing moment becomes increasingly greater. As I drove home from the middle of nowhere I realized that in my time gone I had written about most of the things that I wanted the world to know. That my entire life I have felt different -

And why shouldn't I? After all we are all different in one form or another. But in my feeling different I believed that the word existed to destroy me.

It was only when I reached my breaking point that I decided that I needed a vacation. I needed to get away and figure out why people cared to tire me so. So, one August morning closer to september where the leaves began to turn to rich colors of yellow orange and red, I found myself packing my belongings into my tiny little car and left for a place that I had no idea was. All I knew is that it would change my life more than I thought it ever would.

Before I left, my thoughts were consuming my body. Eating away at my insides, drowning me, strangling me. Everyone stared at me wondering why my face was so long, and when it came to finally being asked, I couldn't respond. I didn't know.  There were so many things that plagued my mind that one coherient answer wouldn't be enough.

Now my thoughts have been written down. I have picked through them, diligetly writting them down every moment that they have crossed my mind. My mind is now left empty, the question remaining, will you understand? Are you ready to know what people like I and alike think? The depression that becomes ever present when one tries to avoid the truth.

I am now answering your question, so please don't hate. Don't look at me with pitty, see me with understanding. See that I hated the walls, and now I only search for the light that will bring my liberation.