Looking back, I wish I would have had the right state of mind. I honestly with that my sanity wasn't in question when I went to her; but it was and I needed to know. Was I wrong? Did I do that right thing?
Why was everything always white?
They told me that writing things out would help me with my 'condition'. Since my writing skills are less then desirable I had decided that typing would work much better. And it had, in the beginning it had.
Why did you do this to me? Why did you make me feel this way?
They told me I had to be strong. They told me that I had to forget the feelings of being weak, that the only way to live was to be strong. God I wished I hadn't had listened. I would be safe some where out of human eyes. This was terrifying.
It still is
Why did you harm me?