My relationship
with my family is basically premised on lies—and I don’t want to be a part of
that anymore, particularly since the lies just go on and on. But at the same time it’s really scary. I had this dream last night where I was
trying to make all of them happy, but when we got together they put a shroud
over me while I was sleeping and said that I was dead. When I got up and tried to interact with
them, they wouldn’t acknowledge me. I
knew I wasn’t one of them anymore. It
felt sad, and just a bit lonely.
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