The Journey is the Beginning is the End.

To make this as abrupt as possible, I'm going to make this passage direct. Without forming words through a stream of consciousness, phrasing  will become systematic and chronological. If I were to die tonight or in the morning,  I just want to make an impact on you; the reader. Maybe not even my readers here but even the people that read me in society. I am so much more than what they see. Sometimes, this makes me feel like I don't belong. I am different, but maybe, I just want to be the difference. Can you see the contrast; the irony in which I live? I just wish that one day someone will see me as what I've been through (no matter how minuscule it may seem) instead of what they've heard of me. I want to be heard. I want to be be felt before I leave here, and no one knows when this will be their own last day. I've come to acceptance with this. It's okay only because I know that I have made an impact on a few lives as they have me. Society molds us, but it only happens when we are able to bend. If we break, depression begins. Eventually, you are at least emotionally dead in the persistence of this issue. You have to mold to the events that happen to you, or you will break. Look at all of the good arts. Each piece is sculpted by it's creator.  There is a reason we are who we are and who we become. 

As simply as possible,

Peak