I'm Tai. I speak, with a voice hoarse from screaming the names of people I hate. A visionary of things unseen, weaver, dreamer, teller. I hurt. Yet I do not feel. I hate, yet I no not what emotion is. What you see is not what is in front of you, but a fabrication designed by yourself to fool you into thinking that this is safe, and that this thing... love exists. I need escape. I will escape. I'll tell you about it from the other side, sound like a deal? Fuck you, and this world I'm forced to call home, fuck everything that I have called mine. It's all broken and I can't fix it. Fuck my life. Fuck my voice. Enjoy this fucking blog.