I feel a constant pain. Both physical and emotional, collaborating to amplify the severity of my nerves. Emotions have a physical relation. When I find my mentality beginning to drop, my knees buckle in response, making me fall onto my knees, creating a dramatic scene. I'm seventeen years old. Judge me. Insult my intelligence and intellectual ability all you want. I constantly hear that actions speak louder than words, but is speaking not an action itself? My eyes opened to reality a long time ago, and then suddenly I realized that "apathy" was nothing but an exaggerated word to make some of us feel better. Life is incomprehensible, leave alone the meaning. Day by day I deal with the emotional damage inflicted by the ones I love. Why, though? I miss being a child, when confusion and ignorance was a blissful reality. However, if I were to leave my emotional barrier open to the world, then I suppose I would be driven to the point of insanity due to false communication society has to offer. There are two reasons why I continue to go on. One: My two little brothers. Two: My motivation to prove to the world that someone who has endured so much pain, both physical and emotional, can still look into the eyes of a judgmental establishment and give them a middle finger to represent his WILL over his EMOTIONS.

My name is Tristan. I've stood strong to this day, and will continue to fight back... Because this is simply one battle that I cannot lose.