It has always been a fight full of misunderstandings, I always picked the shortest straw. For years I have been asking myself what the purpose was, why should I keep trying. I choose myself and let go, I would not put myself in this position any longer, I didn’t have to defend myself for the life that I lived.
I don’t think you can understand what this all means to me. To belong, to fit in place with all the misfits. It is starting to get to me that this is real, that nobody really pretends. They are who they want to be and let me be me.