What would it feel like to love again? Why won't anyone come near me?
Is it because I'm different? Is it because of my disability?
Maybe it's because I am a permanent resident of a psychiatric hospital. Looking at me, there aren't any visual signs of my disorder. Nor could you tell after spending a few hours watching me. Even though it isn't obvious, people just seem to know I'm not normal.
Love, eh. Everyone claims to have had it. Those who do are happy, those who don't are sad. Then there are those who have lost. There are people like me.
