Some people steel themselves against life and are made strong. They learn the game. They develop skills.
Other people walk around broken. They look whole at first appearance but they are shells of what a fully functional, adult human being should be.
I am the latter.
Yet here I am. I smile. I laugh at stupid jokes. I look forward to a new day. I march onward and try to be nice to people within reason.
On good days I write stuff.
- JoinedMarch 4, 2018