I lost a lot as a kid. I lost my freedom to be another sport playing, hide and seek kind of kid. I've dealt with more adversities and tragedies than I've needed to.
My father .. who I truly miss was never around. I met him when I was 17 and posted in a psychiatric ward, I still don't know if he came around because he felt bad or if he just wanted to look death in its eyes.
I was diagnosed with manic depression at the age of 7, when I was 16 I was diagnosed with mild schizophrenia. I had nothing to live for .. still wonder to this day why I continue to fight.
I don't know why I have so much to write about tonight, I think the thoughts are returning and I need to release some of the useless anger and emotion.
So .. For the next little while .. I might be off.
