Struggling...

" I trace back to my birth & I wonder exactly when did I not have to struggle. Struggle seems to be the only thing that keeps this human race going & uniting. Everytime I try to see myself I only see hazy disfigured something that can hardly be called human & I only ask myself is it really worth it?

Is it really worth living?

Is it really worth dying?

Is really worth being a emotional vegetable trapped in a comatose state of everlasting damnation?

I struggle. I lose. I give up. I struggle to end Everything. I lose. I give up... "

This story is about Bodhi. Her name is everything that she isn't. Being the farthest thing from Enlightenment she is even confused about who she really is. Unlike most girl she is into girls & to make matter worse she doesn't even feel like a girl ; not that she feels like a boy either but she could have been...