Concept

for fear of who reads i stopped writing in here for fear of admitting saddness i allowed myself to disappear. but now im back and i have realized happiness is just media's disguise. define for me joy define for me where i can but this item tell me who i am what i am where i go and what i do media.. my sole resource how i turned my back on you. and now becuase without you i have no map no life, no concept i dont know what happiness is. sad o think that someone has to define this emotion for some when others have learned to find their own happiness in anti-media wear. but drugs arent my choice nor is kinky crazy wild sex parties and boys are not what i want. so what do i want? normality i guess then i'll have to lve in another reality.. normal is something i just am not i guess when i was made God kinda forgot... oh well. kyelle