To Johann it was a bit hard to hear it refered to as a gift. To him it really wasn't. He just stood there looking at the stall for a moment, whoever was in there, would she really know what it all felt like? He just sighed and looked down at his shoes, they were wet and muddy from walking around all day, almost completely worn out too. He really needed to get himself some new shoes.<br/><br/>"What do you know?" Johann asked as he looked back at the stall again. He felt absolutely terrible with it all and just wanted to find peace in life. If possible he didn't want to have to avoid certain areas of Penzance and the cemetery especially. Whoever this person was, he wanted to know more, if by chance this person could help him. That was really all he wanted. He wanted help to turn his life around, to have a chance to live and not just be a burden or a joke to everyone around him.<br/><br/>"Do you know what it feels like, when no one believes a word you say?"<br/>"Do you know what it feels like having doctors and psychologists trying to diagnose you with various mental disorders and simply gives up on you when medication doesn't make them go away?"<br/>"Do you know what it feels like having your life torn apart because someone else made a mistake? Do you?"<br/><br/>Johann didn't even know why he asked those questions, maybe he just deep down needed someone who could understand what he was going through or maybe just someone who could give him an honest answer of all the feelings he had been holding in for seven years now.<br/><br/>He found himself sitting on the floor with his face burried in his hands. He was so desperate and thrown quite deeply into despair it would take a miracle to bring him back up. He was scared without a doubt and all people did was laugh at him.