Entry 3

Even when I was a young girl, I was dreamer. I knew that it was more to my life than the pain of my reality. I created a safe haven within my mind and began to write. I was comfortable there. Only there could I speak freely and openly. My imagination was able to express without criticism. It was my life. My world. I was happy there, until one day I noticed outside voices. But the problem wasn't that I noticed them, the problem came when I started listening to them. I got scared. Believed their hype. Reconfigured my vision. I stepped away from self and transformed into ordinary. I drowned my dreams in other people tears, cries, complacency and fear. I changed my dreams so that they conformed to what others deemed acceptable. Lived a life full of others expectations. I believed the lie. Got comfortable. My dreams died and I had no compass to guide me back home. Back to Me.