I've left these pages in the hopes that those I loved would understand my decision. I have lived a life that twisted the very fabric of who I was until I couldn't really understand myself anymore. Am I anti-religious? I disagree with all religions that change who we are and tell it's followers not only what to be but demand the same of non-believers. This world lives under an un-sung persecution, one that kills the of all who don't manage to escape the invisible bars. The time has come for all to be who they are without fear of persecution. I have hope that the world will change for the better. Maybe I'll wake up then.