To me it is you. To you it is me. How I arrived here: I found this place when searching for clothing that would support my size. I somehow linked this place with large egos and thought it would support and resolve mine, so I joined in hopes of becomming a better person. I came here hoping to make no friends, so that I wouldn't care enough to leave before badly hurting them. Maybe an ego of my magnitude... requires an Evil Genius Support Group. unapproachable We probably cannot approach each other yet, but most who start this journey do so with small steps. Expect many more failed attempts from me, try not to judge me on them.., even if I suddenly burst out through hatred and anger... I rarely judge you. I cannot feel any ill blood in regard to you all.., approach You may reply in any way, in any form you wish. Honesty is a hard thing to encompass.., if you wish to help, point at the words and sentances that fail. I'll... try to start with where I sit, not in reality, but in life.., ... My position: I have locked myself in a room. It has been 3 weeks. I want enough control to exit. I do not want to hurt those I care for. I require control. My senses: Birds call from outside. I smell... little, I have grown accustomed. My feet are cold and my nose slightly stuffy. A ballad plays... Elle's Theme for Terranigma (lovely console game). This seat appears to be faux leather, of executive nature, and as damaged as the rest of my room. Books and empty containers are amongst the chaos of my table.., a baby blue iPod mini rests quietly. My intent: To solve the problem.