MY LIFE IN THIS HOUSE WAS CONSTANTLY THREATENED. MOM SAYING SHE'D KILL ME AND I WAS BLAMED FOR EVERYTHING. EVERYTHING BAD AND EVERYTHING GOOD WAS MADE BAD. MOM DAD SISTERS COULDN'T JUST ACCEPT HAPPINESS.
LIFE WITHOUT FEAR AND ANXIETY WASN'T LIVING TO THEM. AND THE SISTERS STILL BLAME ME. THEY'RE DOOMING THEMSELVES TO UNHAPPINESS. THEY'LL NEVER TAKE CHARGE OF THEIR HAPPINESS AND CONTINUE CREATING DISSATISFACTION AND BLAMING ME.
FEAR AND ANXIETY HAVE PERMEATED THIS HOUSE FOR MY LIFE. THEY'RE FINALLY LEAVING. LIKE EVERY PLACE I'VE LIVED I RAISE THE VIBRATIONS. MY NEIGHBOR RADIO AVE NOTICED AND COMMENTED. SHE'S THE ONE WHO TOLD ME OF THE PREVIOUS TENANT'S METH FIRE. WHY THE CARPET DRAPES PAINT NEW.
I DREAMED ART ARMSTRONG GAVE AWAY MY CHRISTMAS PRESENTS AND BUGSO COMFORTED ME SO I COULD GET THEM BACK. WE'RE SITTING IN A LARGE AUDITORIUM. THE CENTER FOR PERFORMING ARTS.
I'M ENJOYING EASING DOWN THE ROAD. I'M GETTING SO COMFORTABLE DONG MY THING.
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