If you’ve ever had that feeling of loneliness, of being an outsider, it never quite leaves you. You can be happy or successful or whatever, but that thing still stays within you.
Music is my everything, dance my only friend. If others ever break me, dancing lets me mend. Writing is my best escape, to live without it I could not. My poems, stories, hide the fat that's really all I've got. So welcome all my darling dears, here we're free of strife. Here we're dark and odd and stange, but it's these things that make a life...