Here’s the bottom of the bullshit. The lies, the reality abuse, the gaslighting and evil in-between is appalling, Oop I meant apparently about my book from the victims perspective. From Reactive abuse, the evil in-between. Dear ladies, as it seems to be all pissed of women – talented in other ways so they should own…

Older picture by a few days I promise we’re both still alive. Though I suppose a kidnapper wouldn’t say that. Well maybe they would just to throw you off. Then the next so forth. But no one is that tedious. Right?

With 92 hours awake and 2 hours of sleep at some point madness easily flows. Add to it intense narrative based reality abuse! One disconnects from everything. Slipping, sliding, flowing stories swimming around each other. Real sounds only some can hear. Characters, plots and plans. It all begins to blur and a dream world makes…

I’m hoping taking care of the outside will improve my mood on the inside. It’s a step up from “fuck it all”. But I’m learning ASL and thus looking at my hands a lot. I wanted them to be prettier. At least Tabitha knows when I’m sulking. Because there’s confusion both pictures taken today. No…

But accurate

Do I look like someone to vanish?

But pink but my Christmas tree has very bright red.

Some days I really want to know what’s going on around me. Sometimes I don’t

Even when I don’t want to be. I’ve had such the narrative pumped into my feverish mind that I don’t know if the truth will ever be clear.

I love you.