Once there was a boy who just wanted to love and be loved in the unique way he was meant to. That boy was made to feel worthless by those he trusted most. With no advocate to affirm him, the boy was confined to die in isolation from others and from himself. I am the monument of that boy, a paragon of strength to cover up his weakness. But the memorial is a mere shadow of what the boy was and could have been. And as lifeless and superficial as a monument is my life without affection and desire. I will recover the boy if there's anything to recover. I will avenge myself, whether by healing or by blood.
Hehe, so much for the casual pitch... If you want to read more about me, I have a bio in the first entry of my livejournal available at the following:
http://afflictedzeal.livejournal.com
