Dear diary,
Today no one could take me to the outpatient program at UBH. However I did make the day useful and proactive I am glad to say . I Definitely have to say that I am getting better . However waiting seems to be the hardest part . Waiting for time to pass , waiting on rides, waiting for my turn to speak.The difficult part of staying at home happens around three o'clock when the John Stewart show comes on . Every minute reminds me of him and his brutal carnage . I hate knowing that he still has children in his custody , it pisses me off. To know he goes too his job with any amount of peace dumbfounds me . Then I think to every time he raped me and forced me onto himself, its seems cruel, to know his life is lived untouched by karma.after Daves death I dont think I could ever really be the same . So I keep fighting all the negative entities that wish to shut me up and I keep working to live a healthy stress free ( or as much as possible ) life . I believe I can still have one after this to. Maybe thats what pisses them off the most , is that I will evetually gain a sense of peace on my own. Because I am innocent.
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