Maybe I will write a book someday. The story of my life. And the first line would probably be "This is the story of how a 2 pound kitten saved my life,.." And the book will be about all my struggles but THIS book would have a happy ending. And the reason would be my 2 pound kitten Molly. THIS book (or the happy ending in my head anyway) would tell of the complete turn-around of my life. How on my 62nd birthday I adopted a cat that gave me the confidence to hope. And that hope gave me motivation to change. And (in my version in my head) I got free of "the system" and lived a happy and gentle retirement in her small little cabin by the lake in the woods.
Wouldn't that be a good book? I know it sure would be awesome to actually have that happy ending. I hate to think that the past ten years of my life have been nothing but a waste ~ a struggle with no point as I died in poverty anyway. But worse still? That I died having never tried to change. THAT would break my heart. Instead I want the happy ending. And even if it never actually happens,... I couldn't live with myself if I didn't at least try,...
I am not thriving here. If I don't get out of this building,... this "compound",... this town,... I am going to shrivel up and die inside. Hell,... I'm already dead inside. I NEED to get out of this place and "the system" if I want to thrive.
The question is HOW can I do that?????? There HAS to be a way,...
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