To Reader, From Writer

It's hard understanding emotions. It's hard to understand people. It's hard to cope with personal issues. It's hard to accept the past. It's hard to explain.

No one sees it, no one listens, no one understands, no one wants to open their eyes. I'm alone in a palace of thousands of interesting, creative, complex beings. Untouchable entities, yet here I am, invisible in my own home. Invisible surrounded by my own people. Invisible and alone.

I'm not complaining. I'm just saying.