frankmask

I'm a very mature, capable, secure person.

Except when I am isolated from my friends, stuck in the fucking boondocks for six months, constantly reminded of all the weird little ways that I bother or frighten or just unnerve normal people, dealing with my precocious and volatile siblings, working a fairly dead end job, without any confidant to whom I can vent, without love or the prospect thereof, constantly reminded that I have good friends who are so far away that it is very difficult to keep up with them, battered by bouts of ennui, existential confusion, depression, wanderlust, homesickness, and apathy...

I'm tired and lonely. I want my friends back. I want to get away from my brothers. I want people to stop marginalizing me because I dress in a strange fashion or move differently than most people.

I don't like playing a game where I don't know the rules, the score, or the objective.

I need a fucking hug.