I was misunderstood again today. It fatigues to repeatedly explain why I have a right to be me. All I want is to be myself. It's not a complicated desire. I must stop confiding in fools. I must stop trusting strangers. I refuse to cry when they try to punish me for their troubles. The Inquisition is over, or didn't they get the memo? Leave Salem in history. I must communicate in pictures only, reserving words only for the air, and for those who regularly speak the words "I love you."
10:41 p.m. - 2008-01-28