You. Me. And Everyone Else.

The beginning

My room is small. Tiny, in fact. It's only big enough for a closet, desk and mattress which promptly presides on the floor. Maybe I still sleep with a teddy bear. It's not a sin so why the hell not. I named him Seth cause I like the name. These walls may be close together but this is the one room in the world I feel safe. Out there, in the world, with people, I constantly feel like I have to act for someone. The perfect daughter for my mom, the supportive sister for my brother, the understanding friend for everyone. And then when I have a shitty day, all those people I thought I had on my side simply...disappear.

This isn't a sob story, far from it in fact. This is my story of how I got rid of the shit that brought me through hell everyday and how I stared fighting for what actually matters. I built a life for myself and no one has a say in the matter of whether or not I were makeup in the morning (yes I know I have acne) or whether or not I eat a cookie (yes I know I'd look soooo much better without five pounds). This story is a ramble of projections that perhaps happen in my real life. This is an empowerment to those who'd actually read my non-sensible rambles and take something from it that matters. This is how I took my life back and turned it into something I'm proud of.

So goddamn it, hell yea I'm gonna publish this. This is my public diary that I hope helps you youngins (and perhaps you oldies too). Welcome to my mind. Not all of you will understand it, but that's okay. I don't understand it sometimes either. Let's call it the loony bin. Yea! Welcome to the loony bin. I hope you enjoy your stay.

~Aly Potato