I’ve wrote dozens of journals before this one, and recently I’ve smoked more in a year than I should in my entire life due to my anxiety problem and the pandemic. In those other journals I described every terrific moment of my life in vivid details. All the anxiety crisis, panic crisis, about the nights I felt like I wouldn’t live to tell in the next morning. But here I am. Up, alive and breathing hundreds of mornings after.
I realized I’ve spent most of my life crying, feeling lonely and abandoned, completely afraid of the world outside my doors. And I won’t lie, I’m still terrified sometimes. But with this one I want to do different. I want to write about other things, good things. I don’t wanna waste words with the past anymore, and certainly I’m not gonna be hidden here forever and someday I’ll meet the world just as it is.
That’s what I wanna write about. The good aspects of my days, even the smallest or the greatest.
I realized that I have been wasting my youth grieving my traumas, exposing myself to suffering just because this is the only thing I know well while locked between the walls of my house and this horrible town I want so desperately to leave. I don’t wanna suffer anymore, and I realized how much I’m willing to fight against this overwhelming pain and open myself to new experiences in the real world.
I’m a writer since always, therefore I live inside my head most of the time, and by that I’ve been neglecting the material tangible and existing Brenda. A woman full of passion, lust, imagination and ambitions. I remember every line I wrote on that old journal, and I don’t want to be that girl anymore.
Summary: you messed up one of Tony’s lap experiment. Just in time Steve appears and give you a way out of it….or not?
Warnings: NON CON blowjob, blackmail, asshole Steve,
“No no no no, I’m so screwed up!” You said as you looked at the mess you just did. Everything was destroyed in the labour, even your sheets were gone. How could that happen?! What did you do wrong? One moment everything went smooth and you were almost finish and then in the next moment your hard work was just blowed up.
“I would like to bring some light in terms of people not viewing madness as something alien to them. There’s an interesting thing in our culture where we have to brand certain things as other than us because we’re so terrified of them. It’s dangerous when we’re segregating society so clearly into sane people and insane people, and I know that I’ve ridden that line. I have a lot of experiences on one side where I’m in an asylum and being treated like a crazy piece of trash, and then I’ve been in this other world where I’m treated like a big-deal celebrity that people have to run around getting coffee for.” — David Harbour for Playboy’s 20Q