"Please, explain."

It drives me nuts when people ask me what it feels like, why I do things a certain way or why my mind works a certain way. Living it is hard enough. Trying to explain is like being blind and trying to describe a sunset. I have no point of reference for how this makes me feel or what it feels like because it just is. Living my life now is enough of an adventure.

(started everything.)

 

My life as it now stands.

 

I still have to keep writing it maintains my sanity.

 

 

and lastly...

 

Get the picture?