"There is insecurity all inside me.

And there will be no security for much time. I will feel much.

Endure much.

Are men made for this?

Can I?

I mean, I know I can, but...

I shouldn't have to.

There will be detrimental effects.

I guess everyone has trauma...

But this is so much on my brain.

I need support, Romelle..."

That's what I wrote in my diary on the 25th, a Tuesday.

I still feel the same.

In pain and just praying that one day I can go somewhere I won't be.

I know what you're thinking...

Heal, go to therapy, do the work, let go of the past...

I ask you... Let go of your privilege for a moment, and realize not everyone has it.

"Keith!!" Pidge roared. "You nearly stabbed me!"

Keith sighed, spacing himself. He nearly swung at her while he destroyed a dummy in the training arena.

"Sorry, lost in thought."

I'm a Paladin of Voltron. Well... Ex-Paladin.

The war has been over for years now. Earth has, unfortunately, returned to its same values and government as before.

So here I am, trying to move on in life as a normal citizen. It's obviously not working.