For so long I blamed the people in my life for simply choosing to watch me as I fell apart. I was never offered assistance or given a hand, the people in my life kind of just expected me to be able to put myself back together after others broke me. I'm not sure if anyone ever understood how mean the other kids were to me. I remember being ten and running for class president, I couldn't afford a printer back then so I distinctly recall asking my family to help me hand write my flyers in old English so that I could pass them out. We stayed up really late that night finishing them so I could begin to campaign and pass them out the next morning. That said, the sound of the other kids tearing my flyers apart and laughing is still woven in the fabric of my memory. At that point I know I wanted to fade away. This image is inspired by the story of a boy who didn't want to exist. It's the story of a boy who only wanted to disappear.
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