I'm not a toy on a string...

Lord send me away from this planet,

I'd gladly board the next rocket.

If I'm honest,

because I can't escape the devil,

 that's whispering to me,

and won't let me leave.

Time to pay the price...

As he discovered, the path to sanity is a precarious, complex journey. He, perhaps not so obviously, wants to purge himself of something that has been so inherently part of him, gripping his every thought and action, that he wonders if in the deep recesses of his mind, he will mourn the loss of this old friend that has been by his side for years. The excitement, the late night talks. The bargaining and the drama of it all. What exactly is life without it? A quiet whisper. A friend that doesn't talk, but can sit with you in silence without it being awkward. A slight smile. A sigh of relief. A moment of peace that never stops. 

Life's great when you disappear...

The point of this year is quite simple: the world, those that barely know me, and even those who supposedly know me most, will have negative opinions about me and everything I do. I must let them judge and make their own conclusions. I have to let them react and doubt me. To question the decisions I am making. I have to learn to allow people to be wrong about me. Instead of wasting my time trying to prove to them who I am, I will start living my life in a way that makes me proud. Even if no one else gets to see it.