Today, Friday. Whoop
damn do da fucking day. Yes most of you are excited for Friday-this means you can do shit. Not me, I am confined to the walls of my 1100 square foot townhouse and its back yard. I can leave but the trouble is too much. I have confined myself solitaire. My mind has made me believe the shit is too hard and I can't help it. I do believe. I also believe I will get better-so this is my journey of healing my mind. I am not intellectual, and make up my own analysis on life. I feel there must be more like me. There must be. I painted the picture frames for my daughters room today. Theses are frames with no glass because my son took then from wall and threw them. That is why I say fuck Friday.
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In Reverse
No FicciónI'm coming to learn life now at the age of 31. Things I should have been aware of before now make sense. This is me, my life, my tragedy, and my awakening.
