My story
My longingness to be has been put on an aprupt hult when all those I knew left and I am left unbarebly alone. For now I slump on with no intentions of looking back, yet with no intentions of looking forth. I bring myself to thy knees and ask for help and understanding. Who is it that can bare such tradgaties and not make a sound? myself and many others. The will of those who can is remarkable. I love my self and two others. I wish all a fufilling life and one with a devine happiness. I am not gothic, I am nothing. I'm merely a human trying to live. A meek person with a deep understanding of ones self. I avoid people, for they avoid a glimpse of me. I am not spoken of nor do I want to be. I am not seen, yet for some odd unexplainable reason I want to be. It's really quite odd to be honest. I am in a dismale place you see. Stairing at the untamable eyes of the beast I call my self. Stairing through a mirror of my past and my future. The happiness and the bitterness that is me. Here is me. Take in what you will, and leave it all be.