THE ONLY PLACE TO GO IS UP.

…OR STEAMPUNK 29.

…[please participate in voting which title I should use]…its a new beginning.

Hate is reserved for lovers.

Hate is. You must love something about my thoughts, to let hate in.

I refuse to let the slow truth cloud my self-worth.

release me.

I can’t say that I forgive my dearest family, because as I get older, my worth is more and more discredited by the same people who brought me up into the odd person I am. Understand this, they need me to be odd to make themselves feel better and valued more into their deranged and sick fuckin world of my warped family’s values. They see me as a liability. As a threat. Yet the accept me, and how, by accepting me, they validate their own existence. You knock to find an open attic, and I will show you the sticky mess of my mind.