A little too much of it these days make me turn round and round in hope for something better. Perhaps these days I'm trying to be a little better than I always was, a little stronger than I used to think I am, and I'm just trying my best to be the person I always am.
I've been catching up with good books lately, reading a lot on the psychological points of view. Reading biographies, and all that "Constance Briscoe", "Richard B. Pelzer" (brother of Dave Pelzer), and slowly continuing my "Love in the time of Cholera" by Gabriel Garcia Marquez. I do want to purchase Torey Hayden's very many books about children being abused, sexually and mentally. It gives me a sense of satisfaction knowing that even though I cant be there to help those kids, at least I'm hearing them out. And it gives me a sense of satisfaction knowing these kids have gone out of their rut, to live in a better place, writing a better book for others to read.
*Waves frantically* I wish to help those kids out there and do some just to the people who are tormenting them. Someday, I will be there somewhere. Doing something for these people.
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