I want little more than to live lightly, and unburdened.

Unburdened by the expectations of family, friends, and strangers: to live by my own conscience.

To live by my own conscience is my only requirement.

The predicament is thus, as my conscience demands:

“Live by your nature, and yourself. Give yourself entirely to others as others are what make you. Make your family as you would make yourself, and work to make your peers expect more from themselves than they are themselves now.”

I want to be, more than anything else: myself. In being myself, I leave myself little of myself.

I am killing myself to be myself.

And I am sorry for those around me that I am not otherwise.