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The blog. This blog of mine. The sole reason I came back to this weird, crazy, and awesome website. 

I love it here. So many people that don't judge, and let you be you with whatever sexual "faults" society deemed you have. 

Sometimes I hate everyone. Sometimes I hate being alive. Other times I hate myself. And in even worse times, I hate my mom for giving me life. 

But I'm still here somehow. Trying. 

I never fit in. Anywhere. And I truly, truly believe I never will. 

The most ironic part to me is - my childhood dream was to live on a lone island, without any humans, just living my life normally, naturally. If I were to get an infection from a cut - I would die. If I had a cold and no natural help? I would die. That to me; is a dream. No more society, no more people. No more anything other than mother earth and the fruits of her labor. If I die - so be it. No one gets hurt. 

I don't get hurt. 

No more pain, no more nothing.