I have been needing happiness lately. It's been impossible to shake the weight of the shadow on my back, a constant reminder that I am, too, a shadow- without worth, without use- but also there is the frustration that is carried alongside that melancholy. The words that are mine, not that of my malicious bedfellows. You don't know me. You do not know me. In the company of those who do know me, there is no shadow. I am someone worth something. There is something worthwhile here.
