Hey... well. It's like when I was 13 again. Not able to do the things I want to do really. Have people controlling my daily life, can't wear the clothes I want to wear.

But its different this time. I'm homeless and in a tent. And I live next to a bunch of other homless addicts. Addicts that do more things than I do.

My tent is constantly approached. I cannot wear padding for the life of me. And it's not just out of fear of embarrassment that someone might see me in a diaper.

Given the political climate. I am afraid that if I express my little side in anyway I could be killed. That I could be straight up fucking murdered.

So I'll just sit here. Alone in my tent. Losing every bit that was once me. Losing my inner child, losing my sense of wonder about the world, and losing my sanity.

Thanks for nothing.