“I’ve tried talking to her but I don’t know how to be myself. It’s like I’m permanently outside myself. Like, like you could push your hand straight through me if you wanted to. And I could see the type of man I want to be verses the type of man I actually am and I know that I’m doing it but I’m incapable of doing what needs to be done. I’m like Pinocchio. I’m a wooden boy. Not a real boy. And it kills me.”














