The return to camp for Aqis bag inspection, marked the day I became severely moody. People have been taking me and my ego for granted. They believe that their rude remarks and insults have no effect on how I feel. I should be damned to even care for the people who do not give me the courtesy of respect.

I am beyond tired of returning to the asylum in my mind that houses emptiness and great melancholy; the place I called home when I was 14 and there I remained within the shadows for four long years. I learnt to let people in far enough to create shallow bonds. Should they ever leave or turn against me, I needn’t feel pain.

Why take a chance on humanity when the only thing you receive in return is hurt…

Logen L.