It's like the more I learn about the world and it's people, the more I want to crawl back into the safety of the placenta. Half of it being that, I suspect that I could never think like the rest of them, therefore I might not survive in the world, the other half being that I might start conforming and in the process lose all that I am, all just to get stuck in complete nothingness.

I do not mean to sound different....I hate how society just made me apologetic about what I just wrote.

The aim was never to make a humane difference, I was interested in a literary one, a medical one. One worthy of a Nobel Prize. The task now is quite daunting, the vision a bit blurry, the uncertainty crippling...

L.F.