I can't daydream like I did before. Now the only daydreams I have are with my friends, but even they don't last too long because I know the hangouts will be over. So I'm enjoying the last bits I have with them.
I think my brain is rewiring... from the old stuff.
Knowledge has helped me, even though it's a consequence. I don't complain now because I wanted to have it, all these years. I'd always say "Stop trying to protect me, I don't want your protection". I'd say that to them. And Jehovah said, "I'll do as you wish Danna. You want the truth? Here you have it. Don't say I didn't warn you."
And after knowing the truth I understood why they tried to protect me. But it was too late.
Jehovah opened my eyes because I insisted.
And I'm not the same anymore.
