They might not believe me. They don’t have to as long as I believe in myself—that is good enough for me.

…And here I am ... thinking of the never-ending uneven path that I am still traveling down—not knowing where it is going to lead me.

Once again, I tried to explain. I was my own lawyer, and I represented and tried to defend my innocence, but as always, it fell on deaf ears.

I am lost. I wonder who lives behind my eyes. I guess a lost little child who never grew up. However, I was forced to grow up, but I never had a chance to experience the sweet and playful side of life.

During the day, my mood is cloudy, uncertain, blurred, depressing, and there is so much fog I can’t see the sun, nor do I have a head's up that the rain is coming. I wish just one day my mood could at least be fair skies. I mean, at least for once, could my life be fair instead of constantly feeling anxiety and my soul tied in two knots or more?

I wish someone would tell me it would be alright. I wish someone would tell me that I am not alone.

Because of you, I am damaged, and I’ve been paying for your reckless actions since birth!!

Mentally I am in a cage, hunted, traumatized, trapped, unable to dream and to love because of you!

Everyone, including you, dealt me their hand of cards of straight-up bullshit.