What is.

[transpao]

There has been a Mistake.
There is A decision.
There are The moments.
There is Pratchett.
There is hope.
There is fear.
There is desire.

I do not wish to pretend anymore. So much is a charade. You think you KNOW me. They all think they know Me.

I'm sorry but I am not 2 dimensional. Stop treating me that way. I wish everyone would stop making assumptions, stop trying to read my mind, I have a goddamn mouth... and if you cannot tell when I lie or you don't get an answer... perhaps those are your answers.

I feel as if everything I was... so much of my past has been severed from me. No way to explain to anyone new... and no one left who was. except maybe wolven.and much to my chagrin... he hasn't been a larger part of the time I have known him.

I'm wearing the shorts she mended for me years ago. With the... ever so suggestive patch. for fuck's sake why do I want to tell her that. Why do I hope she'd read it. I know. I know exactly why I wasn it... and I hate it.

The last ten years have been a Lie... and I told it to myself.

There is Magik! but I can't... I know I'm strong enough mostly just to end up fucking myself over.

There is The Future. No past. I feel like I am trying to build on sheer nothing... you know The Nothing from The Never Ending Story.

I always liked the name Atreyu