Light pollution, is what I am used to growing up in a city. I am not used to seeing any stars, at times, if I am lucky, I get to see one, two, or maybe even three stars up in the sky. it used to bother me, but I have found beauty from this so called pollution. I would go up to the rooftop of the building that I call home, and stare at the buildings, the city almost seems like a jewel, lighting up the sky, and at this point, I feel as if I am enchanted, just the sight, and the cold breeze that comes with it.

I said to myself, maybe there is some beauty from what we, as humans make.

(The picture is a picture of Paris and it's sky, not the city I live in)

Talkie enjoys biting my fingers. What a dick.

Anyway, editing done by me. The original image is from somewhere in image shack. Done by the original artist, whoever that is. My thanks to him/her. And hopes that he/she will let me use it.

I think this is quite lovely.

Picture unrelated, and totally SFW.

THE CHINESE LETTER ON NEWGR0UNDS BANNER DOESN'T MEAN ANYTHING, WAKE UP PEOPLE! THERE IS EVEN A JAPANESE LETTER IN IT, JAPANESE!

THIS IS AN OUTRAGE, AN INSULT TO THE CHINESE LANGUAGE THEREFORE AN INSULT TO THE CHINESE PEOPLE AND THE CHINESE GOVERNMENT!! I HOPE FOR THAT THIS SITE BURN FOR SUCH OUTRAGE!! SPREAD THE WORD!

The green sticky note is me, in case you haven't noticed.

Copy pasta for those who have missed the thread and are wondering where I have been:

Yes, I have been gone for a while, but however I am now back, as you see, I have spent my last three months in an mental asylum. "Why is the reason you're there?" you may ask, because I have just been different from the other kids, I have fear of the sun, I am dangerously underweight, and I have attempted to kill myself a couple of times, in which one time I almost made my left arm paralyzed for life.

My... ever so lovingly parents decided to sent me away, let other people deal with me.

And first thought that comes to my mind when I ended the building was. "My parents are going to pay for this" And hope that feeling will not be washed away by time.

Well anyway, the room I was in is not like what we've all seen on TV, the very soft, cozy room(for some reason I hoped it would be like that, but I am not crazy enough for that kind of room it seems, if there is a room like that in the mental asylum I was in).

It was more like a hospital room than anything/

I shared the room with another boy, two years older than me. It has appeared that he was in this place because of eating disorder aswell. And I thought that there weren't much ana males in the world. We became friends. It was a nice friendship. Made the time went easier and faster. I kinda... like like him, but I never told him my feelings.

Anyway, I behaved, made them believed that there was no reason that I should be there, and I got out in three months. Still going to therapy though, but that is alright... still haven't got a clue of my revenge on my beloved parents.

And that, was how I spent my winter.