Today someone came to where I work with what looked exactly like a pink iPhone I used to have. Hmmm.
I have this overwhelming feeling that I am not living in the correct reality. I'm trapped in this mental prison, trying to escape, but I don't know if I chose the right people to guide me owing to my memory problems.
I have never knowingly cheated on anybody except in college, and it broke my then boyfriend's heart.
I think I may have fallen in love with someone a bit older and more established than me, a hero of mine, in fact, and his ex-wife has her minions working very hard to distract me from that truth.
I'm not sure how to reach him, although I think he may be watching over me, and someone is listening in, too. I said something out loud the other day at home and immediately got a text saying "I heard that."
Or what if the truth is that he actually hates and despises me and she has been acting as a mother figure for me, behind the scenes, all along? If that is true, then, well, I want my mother back. At one point in my life, I thought that the truth is what we make it. Memories fade with time so the story we tell ourselves over and over becomes the truth. But now I want to live in a place where the truth is universally acknowledged and is independently verifiable.
8:17 a.m. - 2019-09-10
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