I originally thought I'd be a wreck, a lost hope of my parents. But then fell into the world of writing, where I have mastered many things. More than you may think. I am one of many, many of one, but however you think of me; I may not even be that way. 

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I perfer the pronouns of whatever gender I am at the time, but they/them/their works also. As you may be wondering, I'm Gender-fluid, though haven't tried to change my appearance to look both genders. 

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I write for the hell of it. It calms me, it's my happy place. 

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I have no interest in exercise, I am small, puny, and wild. I have much energy, but I am skinny for my lack of eating, which is because I forget when I write. 

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You may ask any question about me you'd like, I do not care. It is a clarification, not a judgement, unless you continue to see me as what you have asked when I have said 'No, I'm not'. 

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Depression is something you have no control over, it just comes and hits you like a over flowing river in a tsunami. It tears you from the top to your roots that have kept you sterdy. Without those roots, you are floating, or drowning, aimlessly to an unknown place of solitude you will spend your life there for days, weeks, months, and/or years. You will stay until you get fed up and start to fend for yourself and find your place; Happy Place. Or a random stranger will find you in an old tree and take you to their camp, saving you. Or you will stay there, dying, till you are dead and will eventually be found by robots a million years later. 

Don't wait for something to happen, act upon yourself, for yourself, for a friend, even if they don't want you to. But if they really insist on something, leave them be. Because if you wanted to achieve something alone, you wouldn't want another to bombard you about helping neither. 



You will understand one day what I mean, for now stand in questions and a field of silence.