733 AM, a cup of green tea in front of me. Haven't been to sleep, I've been the binge-watching highway to heaven, but that's not why I didn't sleep. I'm feeling frustrated and angry, again not why I haven't slept. It's the demon, aka my grandmother.
Morning pages for me is about my honest feelings. I probably won't put it on my blog, but I will put it in the book I'm planning.
...so anyway my honest feeling, I hate her, and that's the truth no two ways about it. See when I was younger I just accepted that that's just the way she is. The walking on eggshells attitude you know flipping a coin and whatever the outcome what's wrong and how dare you to choose that one. No, when I went through my depressions and came out the other side, I stopped treating myself like something on the bottom of my shoe. Which radically changed my relationship with her. I don't accept it from myself no way in hell I'm taking it from someone else. When I look at the demon I don't see the times I would hide in my room, and she would bring me food snacks…I just stopped to think about what other good things she did for me and I can't. I guess being born because I wouldn't be here if she weren't….I see horns and red eyes, aka the demon.
24 minutes, see you when I see you.
PS: I decided to put this on the blog, it's about my honest feelings after all
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