These past few days have been crazy for me. Averaging about 4-5 hours of sleep per day and decreased appetite “I feel thin, sort of stretched, like butter scraped over too much bread” -Bilbo Baggins, The Fellowship of The Ring.
Remember that yesterday I’ve told you I’ve met with my estranged father?…well with an unexpected turn of events, I saw the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth. I came with the conclusion that he is the living embodiment of evil. He is poison to the minds of kind unsuspecting souls. He is a predator who feast on other’s misery.
I am glad I am free from his manipulative ways. It all made sense now. In a psychological phenomenon called Stockholm Syndrome, he was the captor and I was the captive…for 14 years… He played me like a fiddle…the shadow I’ve lived under up until yesterday… I still had sympathy for him for being my dad…
I am eerily calm for some reason. Like the featured picture of the day. Eerily silent but beautiful. It makes your skin crawl with revulsion, but there is something about it…I can’t comprehend.