Today I question the life I lived. A fanatical rupture from my sanity clearly manifests itself through thin glimmers a better tomorrow.

Will it be?

I wonder so intensely. Many say conquer the day. I sit in isolation not from a virus but a world gone mad.

Was it ever sane?

The slate of weighing that option is so heavily manipulated as I look. I hear the screams quit looking in the past. Quit keeping score.

Why?

In the past 5 years I’ve seen the true colors of my life. I knew there would be snakes but to this degree I almost could not imagine. They all sit on fence waiting for me to flop like a duck cut down mid flight by a patient hunter. See your new reality was shown to me my whole life. The teachings were untrue. Essentially the culture im absorbed in is fake. It incoherently smiles as it eats your lively hood down to the most delicate morsel. I didnt come to this vision quickly. My 37 years of life were quite colorful. I lived through the typical mental physical and sexual abuse any child goes through. Yeah I was the only one of my acquaintances too have that but luck of the draw. I remember the day my mother tried to stab me. We faught I was 13 years old, and I believed someone would believe me at this time. Quickly I was saddled into the category of outrageous.

Was there a medication they could put me on?

I was still astonished at the fact of being a nuisance to the world. I had known most my life that something was quite awry with my reality but the decent I was falling was hitting lows Couldn’t imagine.

I was wonce asked to make corrections after my death in 2015… here princess make your own!!!!