Harmless wrote:I was lost. Hopeless. Back in my day, any good I gave was immediately responded with hatred or pissing the person off. Or being made fun of. Being called gay when you weren't. Being knocked down until you really were eight inches tall. But that was back in the day.
Yet throughout the years I felt like I've been reliving it. Lonely. Cold. I wasn't sure what to do anymore. I just wanted a warm death.
Well, it almost turned out that way, had my sister not recently saved me. After her came some others.
And there you have it. There's my story. Like it or not, it's the truth.
I'm not still lonely, right?
...
C'mere.
