More than a man, less than a wolf.
It's funny that every single thing and every single person can tell me the same thing for so long, and it takes me so long to get it. I am having a lot of trouble coming to terms with my obvious place in society, which is outside it. And I'm more and more wishing I had written this livejournal entry last night, while the agony of the day was still fresh in my mind. As a whelp, I sat with the sheep. But for too long now I have supped with lions. Now the sheep are uneasy in my presence. I'm neither lion nor lamb. I struggle daily for closure and for a way in which I can live and not just survive in this twisted world.