Saturday, January 18, 2003

Walking Higher

My ache to get away from this house is so great, that sometimes I feel like screaming. This afternoon, for instance, mum cried because the house was such a mess. It was spotless. Her and Tony's obsession for cleaning is driving me slowly round the bend. There is more to life than this!

But for the first time in years I am optimistic about being free from this. I now believe that my dreams have, at least, the chance of coming true.

One day I will live with a man who will make me smile, in a modest, carefree existence. I just need to grit my teeth thru this for that to happen.

One day my family will be what I make it.

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