With An Empty Heart
Nearly a year has past since the last post and the only thing getting more rigorous is my heart. I am one person at home, another with the parents, various other personalities depending on which colleagues I am with, and even have an online personality.
All I want to do is stick my head out and make a difference, but I fear. I am scared. Scared of perceptions, scared of repercussions. I am locked into the machine in which I have made to feel ashamed of what I am doing.
A cog, just another one; that's what I am, now.