It just sucks when everyone believes you're one thing and you're kept there legally. You've already moved past it; you're not productive, you don't value those material things, you know they're illusions, you know they're compulsions, the image drags you in and strangles you. All attempts to get away from it are pathologised dead exits. You want to be yourself, or as they consider it, pretend to be yourself. It's so strange that our duties and responsibilities exist in us now. I don't want my life to end because I've learned too much and I'm still curious. I wish that I was just accepted by others, and what I mean by that is ignored like I was anyone else. I can't keep quiet, I like sharing my thoughts. I like turning my life into a diary, even though that's often implied in my disfavor. I came a long way from faking an image to obscure what was underneath to myself to noticing the horror and boredom and laughing, now it's time to hand my life over. This life I don't want to let go of.