Sometimes I just stop and talk to the moon. Its a bizarre habit to some, but I find comfort in it. Call me crazy, but I often look at the moon and stars for a bit of guidance. I've been feeling unhappy for a while now, my anger bursting out and feel like i'm losing grip on reality.

I don't feel I belong here. There is a place I want to be, but most of you would just tell me i'm suicidal and a hopeless afterlife enthusiast. Things have got me down for various reasons, now more than ever I crave for the night to come so I can lay my sword down...and try and find an answer.

I am in no way religious, but am very close to people and furs who are wicca, pagan and therian. Deep down I know I have a lions heart and a fighting spirit, stubborn mind and body.

I long for someone to understand who I am, who I want to be and why I am here.

Tired ramblings of a tired puma.