It's been over two and a half years since I've written here... and it seems that I just get more paranoid and tired as each day passes. Or maybe I like being this way... I just wish I had a better work ethic.
So who am I? I am like a lot of people, I am lost, and the place I am paradoxically lost in is my own mind. I (probably) have all the capability in the world but my mind is such... such... it's not easy to say or understand.
I let a lot of things detour me and I am a perpetual self saboteur. Have anyone ever heard of Henry Darger? His life is somewhat my fear and somewhat my reality. Maybe I don't think much of myself... yeah, that's probably my issue.
"I remind you of everything black and ugly and wrong!
And I will make you look at me!
You will see me!"
The above was written by me... or some version of it. I won't regret publishing this because I'm tired of hiding... behind someone.