“I've tried to be strong, I've tried to belong. But I don't, or I won't, I can't, I can't. Such a simple, little word - never spoken, always heard. It's not something I can be, it's not ok, not for me. Do you know what I'm trying? Can I please see your face? I'm in such a desperate place. What do I do now? Tell me! TELL ME! I don’t belong! I always thought this was wrong! If they knew my parents would die, they would die!”