Rebellion

Powerfully, full of conviction, I say:

I am so done with being dysfunctional. From now on, I simply refuse. I am through playing my part in this twisted play I've authored, perpetually manifesting a fucked up reality and assuming it is the only one, the hand I've been dealt. But it got old a long time ago, and I will not accept it any longer. It took me far too long to realize that I have a choice. I refuse to be my own victim any more.

Of course, in the background, i notice i am chuckling sadly to myself and shaking my head, thinking ahhh, so i'm here again. well, let me believe it for a while, for god's sake i've been through so much - i deserve a moment of empowerment. perhaps i'll actually accomplish something for once before my positivity crumbles into chaos!

Damn. i heard that. you act all encouraging and supportive, when really all you do is just fucking wear me down. i wish i could just hold my ears and block you out, but you aren't out there. Why can't you just shut the fuck up and go away? FUCK YOU!!! i will not let you erode what little inner power i can muster. leave me the fuck alone.