I do not expect this path to be easy. I am set in my ways to survive and succeed. I WILL get better and I WILL improve my friendships. I WILL get my threads in order while at the same time, bettering my health. I will find the strength from myself and myself alone.
I am determined, though filled with fear. I would tremble if it weren't for the fact that I am holding all of the emotions back. Deep in my gaze there are tears drowning my logic.
I look forward and I am reminded, "Jennifer is a loving, generous child." "Jennifer loves to exercise and do arts and crafts just like her Mom." "Jennifer helps her brother follow directions." "Jennifer shows love and concern for her family, friends and pets." "Jennifer is a happy person" "I enjoy Jennifer's enthusiasm for reading and picking out books at the library" "Jennifer has a beautiful smile" "I love Jennifer because she shares things." "Jennifer is fun to be around" "Jennifer loves deserts just like me"
Thank God Jennifer does not exist. She would be at a loss at how much she has changed. I mean, God... to think all those things were true. They are nothing more than a mother's wish. It is the stifling masquerade that put her in her place today. Thank God I say.
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Fragmented Self who wanders through life like a dreamer and wades through the river of dreams as though it were the only truth left in this world
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