Isolation seeks me.
I run but never outrun it.
So tired… sick.
To be gregarious and yet be unable to connect.
To seek love and yet fear the way it murders.
Till this day, my worthy title: The Pariah.
- Logen

I just feel like slapping your fuck face. Damn irritated. How many times, in ONE DAY must you ask me the same question on work progress! Do you think the bloody reply will change within one, two, three hours when obviously there had been lectures and tutorials.
You aren’t the only one with a busy schedule. […]

I awoke today resolving to be more postive. However, within two hours after reaching school, those familiar feelings of terror begun and intensified. It was not easy looking/being stoical.
With no reason why, I felt like tearing up. It was like last year during recovery. To mask my tears in the bus I pretended to be […]

I have got to stop my negativity, my paranoia, my fears and my insanity. They will only drag me into the hell I have once escaped from. These delusions I have… To those who oppress: you have no power over me, for it is I who oppress myself…
- Logen

Imagine a world in which you are silenced. Your comrades are oppressed. However, for self-preservation you take the cowardly action of keeping mum. You want to reach out, let someone rescue you from this turmoil, but you don’t. They may be the ones who kill you instead or perhaps, you do not see any possible […]