Recap
When do I get to pick? The reality was certain to stare me in the face one day, and that day has come. C or D. Truth is attempting to get through to me and realisation is gnawing at me. I was always told that I was alone. It said softly, "Stop putting your faith in other people." However, when my dad was still in my life, I felt much more secure. It would have been a shame to give up on such a lovely fantasy.
I continued to use increasing amounts of glue, cement, and other adhesives. Ignoring and drowning out the inner monologue. I convinced myself it was much safer inside, but then I noticed something. And at that time, I had already blacked out the details. It was bright in there, but I was trapped since I'd forgotten to open the doors. For my own company, this environment was created. But now I find myself alone in this idyllic setting of my imagination. The sky was clear and the grass was green, but there was no one around to see my embarrassment.
