Leaving Throughout the Falls
Where do you go when you feel abandoned? Where do you go when you're sad? Where do you go when you need a rest? Where do you go when no one understands? Where do you go when everyone leaves? Is there a special place that we, as members of the human race, are supposed to go? And if there is such a place is it a physical location or more of a mental state? Or is it both? These are rhetorical questions, I realize, but for whatever reason they just became a bit too rhetorical to not write down at four-something in the morning.
No one has the answers, right? I don't really consider myself to be an overly confident person but I do feel pretty confident that no one has the answers. Of course, a number of individuals have some answers in the forms of suggestions and theories, at least, but no one has all the answers. Not even the people who think they can help someone like me. Just because you have a piece of framed paper that says you've taken and passed classes in what I've been diagnosed with doesn't mean you automatically understand me. Understanding someone takes time. The learning doesn't end at graduation; it's only beginning. If you want to understand me, the real me, you have to study and take notes because I will test you whether I mean to or not. It's how my brain works right now. And as with any test, if you don't truly know your subject the outcome could be rather borderline.