Critical – Page 3 – WE

Fake Starbucks

What do you do when you believed in a man, trusted a man, fought for a man, and it turns out he is the source of every dream that now lays in ruins, and damaged beyond repair?!

What do you do when that has happened more than once or twice?!

I have no desire to go back to living to where I was before. Just as I have no desire to have returned here once I left.

When I moved here…I should not have.

It is not that one location was better than the other. It is simply this – living here and living this experience – this falsified Starbucks life has been so terrible there is no way to completely describe it.

No one can understand what it feels like to lose the plasticity of your mind and brain power. It is an exhaustion that I can only describe as aging well beyond my years – more like decades beyond my years.

I honestly see no way to continue in this manner.

“The evil that men do lives after them.” – Thoreau

When a woman is no longer in control of her own mind and body she ceases to exist. Her spirit, her soul – died. Perished with the loss of her thinking matter.

Today reached a point for me. The seamless 360 degrees of the life around me have surpassed their time.

It is time.

Goodbye, Green

What a terrible day today!

I have been inundated with an enormous amount of work, projects, demands on my time, and mazes that damn near kill me trying to get away from.

A few things I remembered today that are an unforgivable trespass on my soul:

Not sitting on my brother’s side at his wedding. I cannot explain even how it happened – I saw my date sitting on the wrong side and I went to sit beside him. It wasn’t until I sat down I realized I was sitting on the wrong side. Do I get up in the middle of the ceremony disturbing everything to correct my mistake? The answer is yes! How I wish I had made a huge scene even to correct the error.