This is not me…Its frightening because I dont know who this is, but it’s not me. I sit here everyday thinking to myself asking “Who is this?, its definitely not me. My mind has thoughts of doing things that dont make sense. Things that I couldn’t imagine. I can’t see myself harming my own fleshing blood in my body, but as soon as you make this person that’s not me mad, they want to snap.

It’s crazy this feeling but I don’t know how to stop it. It wants to crack bones and make it’s self feel good again. I know my spirit is broken, because this is just not me. When looking in a mirror I can see who you are and from day one I decided to stand for what I know. You are not me and I will find myself again even if it takes another year. My true self is getting near.