I have lost everyone around me because I cannot commit myself to a life of normalcy. Why can't I stop acting like a fucking freak all the time? I cannot even commit to a life of freakery, because I cannot rid myself of the shame. My heart is a caged animal, pacing and snarling and wounded. It would never survive outside of captivity. It will never know the sky, except in the taunting glimpses it sees between iron bars.















