by Lunna Raven

Every single day I feel like I’m losing my true self. Besides my perpetual loneliness, I haven’t been able to write (apparently alcohol is helping), and I can’t be who I am on a daily basis. I have all these emotions that I need to repress in order to belong, which I’ve never liked, but if I want to remain employed I have to disguise myself. I hate conservative, small towns, where everyone is up in everyone else’s business. I miss Los Angeles.

If I wear skull earrings, it’s an issue, I can’t wear my facial piercings, I have to hide the fact that half my head is shaved and have received rude comments about it. This might seem like senseless ramblings, but it gets tiresome for me. I have to hide from the rest of the world in order to function in it, which I resent.