Ever since I embraced myself I have become so chaotic, but in a calm way? All my life I've felt pressured into being normal around others, to be acceptable around society so that I may be well-liked. I even got really good at it honestly, so much so that I thought it was who I really was only to have that reality be shattered. I ignored so much about myself. My love, my shadow, my light. All that was true about me was thrown into a psychological prison never to be seen or heard. At one point they wished to be free and escaped in full-force through a mental breakdown. It was a curse that I formed that eventually became my greatest blessing. I'm weird, extremely...but that's just fine to me. It's more unnatural to pretend to be normal than to just be what I am... strange, truly strange.