hacketts
I was raised in such a strange manner, a manner different than my peers, my friends, anyone I knew. Does it matter? Is it evident? Is it the cause of the inner turmoil I feel? Or does everyone feel inner turmoil?
I wanted entrance into a world I knew I was not a part. A world where thoughts, words, sentences all flow naturally. A world where my writing could be as strong as THEIR writing. What makes them confident proud and strong about words and me so weak and hidden.
Civilize - I wish we could all civilize. We treat each other like savages and yet we pretend to be a civilization. There is no civility. none. We bully, we taunt, we scream in our own minds horrid thoughts,