Well, still kinda stuck on the whole biological situation. I had posted a poem about finding out about a biological father. It was quite a crushing blow at a time when I was old enough to know but still too young to comprehend completely. Of course when I found out I had a million and one questions I wanted to ask all at the same time. I was confused, I needed to know what exactly it all meant. I felt like my whole life up until that point was a lie. Like I totally lost my identity. But then it started to make a little sense because I would always wonder why I didn’t look like my siblings. Why I always felt like I didn’t fit in. I didn’t feel a closeness with my dad or we didn’t have that bond that he had with my siblings even though I desperately tried to get the same attention. I did notice a difference and I did feel sad about it. There is so much to this story it’s unbelievable. Like, when I think about it, I’m still in disbelief. I know that played a big role in why I am so messed up today. I’ll give you the run down in pieces. Don’t want to overwhelm you with boredom. I am going to create a new category called “Biological” and there is where I will post my stories. Thanks for reading.