that you have been playing out your life role like you will have it, and you find out that a significant chapter of it has been nothing but a grand masquerade – deceit, manipulation, betrayal; it has the makings of a Shakespearean play, what do you do? what can you do?
my life, part of it, was never mine from the beginning. it was stolen from under me, twisted, molded it to a person’s liking and then crushed with the same two hands.
and friends wonder why i have so little faith in people…
if only life comes with the delete option.