After all the struggles, after all the time, after all the effort, after all is said and done - I am sad to go. I have met people here that have made this place my home. I thought it would never happen, thought I'd never fit in, thought I'd never find a place of my own, thought I might have to start all over again - but now, the months I've waited and the lonliness I felt seems so distant to my heart looking back...
I guess time does fly fast when you are having fun, even if it is months after when you were bored.

Sometimes I wish that I was a musical prodigy. Now I know that sounds rediculous, but my soul longs to sing of thanks and praise, of struggles and pain, and of what my heartstrings are playing for the day. I wish to share what my soul really feels. I guess I have conned my way into thinking that if I could put my feelings into music that people might actually understand me for once in my life, that instead of talking and no one understanding - I could just play and people would automatically feel what I have so longed to communicate to them.... but have failed miserably in doing so.
Even in writing I fall short of a gifted enough pen to express how I feel in a way that is easily understood with just a quick glance.
I wonder sometimes what it must feel like to be normal.... can people understand you?
- The Individual