My whole life I’ve never been loved. I’ve been seen as an object by others to be used as a tool to be played with for enjoyment and to satisfy other’s interests.

It is this, that has indirectly given me the tools to sit alone, quietly and pursue my own games of self.

I carry a lot of different emotions in my mind, heart and body. I choose not to label it, only understand it.

I’ve understood that these things happen for a reason beyond my comprehension. It is what it is, and I must make the most of it.