I used to be a christian but in losing my faith, I lost hope. Life seemed meaningless. I've always felt vulnerable to melancholy since I was a child. A mysterious anxiety if you will.
I'm a very sensitive person as well and have, ever since highschool, hung around girls more than boys. I'm also same sex attracted and am close to my mom but not my dad or brother. My brother and I never got along though I liked my dad. My brother and father have argued bitterly in front of me. I'd run into my room and scream in a corner until they stopped. I'd cry
Living in Zimbabwe, I was criticized for my sexuality though at the same time, I was never the victim of any violence because of it. I promised to never take my life for granted. Through my life, I've always been secretly afraid of being happy.
Whenever, I was happy, I expected to receive a wave of sadness afterward. My mind has been an endless battlefield and I'm a tired soldier

I want to be free to be happy, I don't want to stress over every little thing in my life. I'm tired of fighting with myself, I'm tired of this war. I just want to be free and I'm prepared to give evrything I personally own up if I can be free of my pain. Anything, just to be happy












