I've always been the quiet type.

      And I was teased, bullied, and harassed for it.

      For being me? It took me a long, long time before I realized the horrors of 'real life'. And I suppose that it's only now that I've been caught up on why people are so... Well, to put it simply, such assholes.

      Because most of them don't understand.

      And the one's that do, well... Become too attached? I try so hard to keep up and listen, just so I don't go off into my world of imagination where I'm somewhere else where I don't have to deal with people.

      I hate people.

      But what can you do? Nothing. You have to put up with those people or things never end out well. If you don't deal with those people, like what I have been doing (Or haven't, I suppose.), you're... Giving up, and not being strong enough to handle those people.

      I gave up.

      And that's why I haven't been here for the last year and a half I suppose.

      But you can't- trust me, I tried.

      Keep going.

      And how the absoulute hell did this venture from me being a quiet person to this? Well, what can you do?

     ....Anything and everything.