Madison

I write because I can create a world entirely based in my desires, where there is no such thing as suffering or misery. I draw for the same reasons. A simple line on a page or a simple little word on a page brings me so much comfort. It gives me a sense of freedom that I thought I would never have, a sense of pride that kept me alive for so long. I would bury myself into my own little world, full of mystery and wonder, whenever reality weighed down on me like a sack of bricks. I kept digging myself deeper, and deeper, and farther into my wonderland, so far that I was unsure what was really reality and was my mind's trickery. I was so close, so close to insanity, so very, very close indeed. I was about to break, about to lose my way, I was so close. Then I moved. I thought it might be different, I doubt it. I thought I would be able to change, never in a million years. I knew no one would every love me, no one would ever care. I sat there at my desk, listening to the people around me chatting and giggling about nothing in particular. Little did I know that I was about to forge a friendship that will last through the ages - all because of the silly movie Men in Black.