Hey, friends.

I grew up lonely and out of place. When I was a young kid, people called me brilliant, and I was secretly conceited without realizing it in the way many people with privilege are. Don't worry, Im not exactly privileged anymore. 
Ive lost my mind more than once, realized I hated religion whether god was real or not, and every day, I devote myself to helping the world in any small way I'm able to and humbling myself so I never fade away again. 
Sometimes I miss the crazy. It damaged me but was so absolutely beautiful, tugging a layer of creativity out I didn't even know I had. 
I know I won't grow old enough to die naturally, but I don't think I mind anymore. Life isn't about the number of days. Its about the number of moments that make it worth being alive and I've had plenty of those.

Thank you again. Sincerely, 
101oBsEsSioNs (: