For the first time I felt alive, alert. Who am I? I can talk and understand responses. This is the year I was 5 and in kindergarten and I was in Catholic school. I had to wear a uniform and dress shoes and of course some thick ass tights lol. This was the year that […]


So many times I’m asked “what’s wrong?”. I normally say nothing but my face always gives its away. It doesn’t matter how much I try to hide or change my face but it’s just gonna be what it is. What can be done to fix that problem? Anyone besides me understands my pain lol?