Can you guys keep a secret for me? I was told by two different psychologist that my homosexuality is nothing more than a "most severe case of psychosis" (or something to that effect, my memory fails me). Such a statement, among an assortment of other issues, made me feel like I no longer have a place amongst humanity. I feel profoundly destroyed, empty, lost, damaged beyond all repair. An unredeemable mistake. I ponder and reflect as to the reasons of my obviosly ill-conceived existence, but it's all labours lost. I've been dead on the inside for quite a while now... but those tear-scented words felt like the last nail in the coffin. The last stab the woebegone heart could ever withstand.
Sad, me? That would be a bit of an undestatement. I am nothing. And yet, I see no reasons to give up. For that, I guess I should thank my lucky scars and my perverse masochism under the clever guise of perseverance. Let's see where this fall into the void leads me. At it's worse, it'll kill me, at it's best, it'll drive insane. More so than ever.
And to think, I'm only at life's preludium. What other horrors lay in wait for me beyond my silvery moon-litten sceneries? Fingers crossed, everyone.