| I'm afraid to grow up to give myself up unconditionally to the levels of maturity once demonstrated for me by the one I thought I loved. Little did I know I was being used silently abused and increasingly confused because I wanted to believe him and his lies about mutual affection even after being hit and bruised. All I ever wanted was to fit it with the pople who made a note to degrade me when I wasn't looking and to fit in with the people on higher levels who knew I was doubling over to just look like they did. I don't want to deal with the pressures of the world and everyone in it unless they can give me a legitimate reason to want to live. Thanks to sterotypes and heartless people that have passed through my life I have another battle to survive another encounter to endure. - Jacqueline Audrey |
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