Today, I seek inspiration. I do not find it anywhere. Not inside my head. Not inside my heart. And the only person who I thought believed in my writing has suddenly disappeared while I was talking and never left word where he went. The only consolation I get from the dreary day is that I finally had the courage to tell my parents about my status. They took it without thrashing. It makes me more guilty because they still love me despite the person I became. I cannot wait to go home.