This is a story about a person, a child. An emotion child, who can't decide if they deserve anything. They fumble around in the blinding darkness trying to make decisions and figure out if being pitiful makes any difference to their self image. They have a somewhat normal life- and they know it- but why does it feel so wrong, so shaken up? So many questions, so much time. Too many mistakes made, yet they can't learn from these stabbing blunders. Yearning to be something bigger, something important, they make new questions beyond their age. Forged from the fuck-ups, can our protagonist live a simple life with complicated mind? **WARNING** BOOK CONTAINS SUICIDAL ACTIONS HARMFUL ACTIONS LANGUAGE CRAPPY WRITING OTHER POSSIBLY DISTURBING STUFF Copyright c 2020 by Lawrence **** All rights reserved. Published by me. (And Wattpad.) No part of this story may be reproduced in any form and in any way without permission or license from the creator. (Me.)