Think of this, as seeing all the files saved on my laptop. It's all the heart ache, and all the pain, and all of the emotions overflowing inside, and sometimes its the lack thereof. It's raw, it's painful and sometimes it's intelligent, eloquent. It's just me however I fall across the page.An introduction is due I believe. I am Renata, 16, (I use any pronouns) and I'm a mess that's falling apart. Most of my life is dominated by my mental illness, and the little that isn't is a tangled mess of politics, philosophy and writing. I want somewhere other than the Notepad app for my brain to live, somewhere real, somewhere physical. I guess this just reflects my broken sense of identity, but we have time to get into that later. And hence we are here.