This Is My Reality
It’s midnight and I’ve been thinking. I’ve been feeling. I’ve been remembering. And forgive me if this all sounds harsh, but this has been building up inside me for far too long and it needs to be said. Whether it’s pounded on a keyboard in the middle of the night or scrawled in my journal as the sun streams in, I have to let this out before this swallows me whole. I do not have a warped sense of reality. The notion of it has been instilled in me for almost twenty years. “You’re in your own little world,” people say. “It’s not really too [this] or too [that.]” “It’s all in your head.” The thing is though, what you’re judging is my reaction to reality. I have working eyes…