You Aren't Really Writing About What You

For All The Things I'm Losing I Might Aswell Resign Myself To Try And Make A Change.

I Think I'd Been Limiting Myself In Some Ways Just Writing In First Person All The Time.

Step Out The Front Door Like A Ghost Into The Fog Where Noone Notices The Contrast Of White On White.

Over And Over Again In My Life, I Find Closeness To Other People And Proximity To Other People Really Painful; That's Part Of My Mental Illness, Social Anxiety. Closeness To Other People Is Really Hard, But It's Also A Shame Because It's All You Want Too. But It Doesn't Always Work.

There Is Nothing More Important You Can Ever Do For This World Than To Wake Up And Be A Part Of It.