Here I am sitting in my room [tent] thinking where will I be in the future on this same day in this same hour? What is going to change in the New Year? The one event that sticks out is Blackjack"s death. I will remember him forever. Another thing that was good about this year was getting Neo. That changed my world for the better. But looking back over the year, so little has changed from the previous year. We are stuck in a bubble. My hope is that this year will be full of change. I want to do so many things. I feel I will never be able or given the chance to do what I want to do. In my mind he [Phillip] is making everything more complicated than it needs to be, but maybe I see it that way because my mind is simple. I prefer my life simple and uncomplicated because I know his situation is anything but simple.
FEBRUARY 3, 2004
Why does it always have to be something holding us back? It"s like we have to fight for each step we take in our lives never knowing exactly where it will lead us, but fighting nonetheless! Why does he [Phillip] make a simple sentence seem so complicated? When will life feel like living for? I wish it was now, I"m so tired! Tired of being not in control of my life because it is my LIFE! Why do people think they have the right to my life?
10 things that make me Happy
1. Hearing someone laugh
2. When my cats are near me
3. Birds singing
4. When animals like me
5. Blue skies and puffy clouds
6. The rain
7. Having something fun to do
8. The ocean
9. When someone says something kind to me
10. Knowing someone loves me
FEBRUARY 7, 2004
I"m sitting and thinking it"s so hard to change habits. I"m trying to write out a plan for my future, but it"s hard. I feel I have no future. I thought it would be easier. It"s the New Year and by the end of it I plan on making changes in myself. It"s a slow process (changing) but everything counts on me making these changes, I feel like the world depends on it. I know that sounds really egotistical but I feel it.
I remember having a dream a few years ago about my grandpa. In the dream I saw my grandpa"s truck [he was a truck driver] at what looked like a shopping center parking lot and he was lying in his truck. I think he was dead. It looked like he had been beaten.
[I later found out when I was reunited with my mom, that my grandpa was. .h.i.t by a car and killed.]
MARCH 13, 2004
I"m sorry. Sorry for everything I can"t be. Sorry I can"t be what he wants me to be. I don"t even know exactly what that is. I"m just sorry. Sometimes I feel so alone, I know that"s crazy because I"m not alone. I have my cats and people who love me, too. It"s just I don"t know what I want. Some days I can clearly see everything and things seem easy, and the next day seems blurry and I can"t see what I want. Nights are the worst because I have too much time to think. Sometimes I think I"m being too dramatic and complain too much. What do I have to complain about? I have food, I have shelter from the rain, well, unless my tent is leaking. I don"t want to hurt him [Phillip]; sometimes I think my very presence hurts him. So how can I ever tell him how I want to be FREE to come and go as I please? FREE to say, I have a family. FREE.
MAY 23, 2004
I usually don"t write about my day-to-day life, but today was just so horrible I had to get it down on paper. The day started out bad. Phillip was in a really bad mood and you could tell early on in the day that all he was going to get done was sleep on the couch all day. I hate it when he is so lazy. While I work all day, he gets to do anything he wants. I am so tired of that, but I can"t do anything about it. Nancy had already asked him the day before if she could take me thrift store shopping and he said yes. Sometimes I like going out with Nancy and sometimes I do not. She can be so cold, and it makes me feel like I have done something wrong. She asks me where I want to go, but then when I tell her, it"s like I"ve made the wrong decision, so I"ve learned to try to feel her out ahead of time so I know the right answer. Today we headed to the Goodwill in Pittsburg, and then the Salvation Army in Antioch. I always show her the clothes I would like to buy to see if she likes them, too. When we came to the shoes, I sat my purse down on the chair while I tried on a pair of shoes Nancy said I would like. After I tried them on and discovered they were too big, I put them back on the shelf and followed her to another aisle. A minute or two later I realized I forgot my purse and told Nancy I had to go back to the shoe aisle. When we went back and looked around, my purse was nowhere to be found. It had been stolen. I was in disbelief for a minute. Stunned. I felt like a part of me had been stolen. I know it"s irrational, but that"s how I felt. I felt stupid and apologized to Nancy for my carelessness. She had given me the money for the PG&E bill and I put it in my purse for safekeeping and now it was gone. I felt shaky and ready to cry. I walked over to the little kids" section while Nancy placed a call to Phillip. I sat down in one of the little chairs for the kids to use while their mothers shopped and cried. I don"t know why I was crying. I knew I could easily work off the stolen money. It was more than that. I felt like I never wanted to leave "home" again. I couldn"t believe someone would steal my belongings. I feel like it is not safe to leave this place. I feel it is not safe to leave the safety of Phillip"s backyard. At least I know what to expect here.
JUNE 27, 2004
Lonely, that"s how I feel. Lonely and incomplete. I want to run but have no idea where to run to. I want to yell, but I don"t want to hurt anybody. I want to say something, but I don"t know what to say. Love is the easy part; it"s the living without the love you need that is hard.
Is life worth living simply because you live, or is it worth more if you make life happen? What if you have no choice in the matter? Maybe you have to make life happen whether it is good or bad; you make the choices in your life and have to live with the consequences of your choices. Did I have a choice "that day"? Could I have chosen to stay home from school? I would have been punished, but my life would not have changed so completely as it did. Would I choose to be here even with everything"s that happened?
JULY 5, 2004
It feels like I"m sinking. I"m afraid I want control of my life. This is supposed to be my life to do with what I like, but once again he [Phillip] has taken it away. How many times is he allowed to take it away from me? I"m afraid he doesn"t see how the thing he says makes me a prisoner. Does he want to see it?
I"ve been thinking of her a lot lately. I know it would take just a couple of clicks, I could see her. I need to see her. So, what"s stopping me? I think I"m afraid to take the first step because I know I could not go any farther with it. And that would hurt me. I"m such a coward! I hate being afraid. Why don"t I have control of my life! I feel now I can"t even be sure my thoughts are my own. I can"t even really talk to him [Phillip] about anything I feel because he will just think the angels are controlling me. I don"t want to burden him with what I"m feeling. Why should I even care if I hurt him, he has hurt me! I just can"t do it back. I can"t be like them.
SEPTEMBER 4, 2004
I"m just surging with anger right now. I can"t help it. I think what he did is wrong. Why couldn"t he just once give in and not be so controlling! It helps to write these feelings down. I can"t talk to him. He overpowers me with his words in no time. Then there"s the fact that I can"t put what I"m trying to say in the right way. What I want to say never comes out the way I envision it in my head. Why is that? I wonder if I could have prevented the fight by going out there myself, then again maybe he would have told me the same things. If I told him any of my feelings he would immediately tell me "the angels are controlling you." I need him to give me the freedom to talk to him, but right now that"s not going to happen. So I will just let these feelings flow through me and out this pencil. It"s weird, but I already feel the tension leaving me and soon I will only be left with the memory of this night to think about and a.n.a.lyze, rethink, and come to a conclusion about what to do. Maybe the tension is leaving me because I"m no longer around him; I"m out here in my own s.p.a.ce. I love my tent! It"s my own s.p.a.ce to do with as I wish. As soon as I see him again, all I want to do is tell him how wrong he was to do that. But he will never take responsibility for what he does. It"s always someone else"s fault, the angels now mostly. If I confronted him, he would just think I"m being controlled to say these things by the angels and that would get me nowhere. Sometimes I wish I could live very far away from him [Phillip]; sometimes I dream about it.
OCTOBER 3, 2004
Sometimes I think the memories from what he did to me would fade more quickly if I didn"t have to see him every day 24/7. It"s hard. And I hate the memories from that time. I want them to go away forever. I miss her. I would give anything if she could just hold me one more time. Would she let me go again? It"s nights like this I wish for someone to hold me safe. Neo is here and he brings me comfort, I don"t know what I would do if I didn"t have him with me.