who_i_am Bizzar sometimes still hurts you. sometimes still hurts me. i am many things. some i am still figuring out. some i wish i could change. some caused me to spend years hating myself. wondering why i was so broken. why i wasn't like everyone else. why does happiness seem to come so easily to so many others. where for me it feels like the last dying ember that i am emptying my lungs trying to bring to the tiniest flicker. why are so many people so content with the status quo. the things that are acceptable in our society. they're filled, comfortable, "normal". while i am screaming in my skin cage, trying to tear it all open just to feel something. to prove i am alive. to know that at least that part of me is "normal". but i'll keep it in. because i don't dare to shake the boat. being me means people get hurt. means people stare. means no one understands. i can't decide whether it is more isolating in the closet or out of it. 220718 what's it to you? who go blather from