As One

As a child I was very small, almost feral looking. My hair was the wiry dispicable kind that even a mother can’t love, not really. I lived in a house like everyone else did, a house with a roof and running water, but still, for some reason puberty got pretty confused. It didn’t know which way it wanted to turn. Some days it wanted me to become a regular human man, but some days it wanted something different. I got More





