The anxiety over the type of person I wished to represent overwhelms me, dragging experiences, daily condundrums and battles down an endless drain.
Shame shines as the "favorite" means of punishment towards any such emotion we fail to understand.
Currently, clinging to a made up construct for life in itself has rendered my own living mind a most miserable place, and I'm very sure it is a similar story for many unfortunate people.
How frightening, to mold one's self by following other selves, when it is very much real how nobody has clear control over transformation.
Surely, with the advancements we follow, none such issues should coexist.