All I know is that I’m here. And I’m alive. And I’m not alone.
I don't want people to be worried about me. There's nothing to be worried about. I don't want people to try and understand why I am the way I am. Because I should be the first person to understand that. And I don’t understand yet. I don’t want people to interfere. I don’t want people in my head, picking out this and that, permanently picking up the broken pieces of me.