©The Forgotten Diaries
By Heather Arneson
“No human being can tame the tongue. It is a restless evil, full of deadly poison.” -James 3:8
I feel like there were poisonous darts flung at me and still cling, and have for about 5 years. Who is doing this? I have some ideas, but perhaps it is just leftover persecution from the past that haunts me at times. I’m annoyed but loved, so I know I won’t be feverishly trying to get to a hospital to get help prying them out by time, will, or happenstance. Those pills, they’re just band aids and when I already feel ripped off about how others have wasted my time, what the hell do I need band aids, or excuse me, pills, for to rip at my insides or twist my brain inside out? No more sadists in my life, and I mean it. I always felt sorry for them the first time I met them, but that’s probably because I was and always will be stronger than them, through just being myself.