I mean, what is the point of these writings?
you're allowed to ask that. you're allowed to know. I drop and cancel all my other books for no reason and always, relentlessly, even annoyingly, keep up with this one and this one only.
the point is community
nobody deserves to feel like a monster because they may think or act or feel the same way I do. I want to reach my hand beyond time and history to hold yours, and assure you that you're not alone. you never have been.
I spent my whole life being disregarded and shamed by the highest and lowest of humanity, equally, for some things I deserved and for some things that I totally did not deserve.
so I want to let you know, there's not a single thing I wouldn't do to reach out to others like me, even if my only method is the very few of you that keep up with this book
I love you.
I think you're important and I hear and see you even if nobody else in the world does
but the book isn't entirely for you, it's for myself, too.
I deserve to be seen and loved and heard by my current self at every stage of my life. I look back on the start of this book and I think, "he's so small. he just wants comfort. even though nearly 2-3 years separate us, I will be that comfort for him"
this is for me
this is for you
this is for us.
