I managed to fool myself
into thinking I was able.
Able to change.
Able to be the person,
I always wanted to be.

This was meant to be
a collection of personal narratives
documenting all of the
positive development
in my life, bettering myself.

Well - now I see,
it's not that simple.
Step one. We must battle
ourselves.
Fighting for control.

Control of our emotions,
control of our actions,
control of our tempers,
control of the downward spiral,
preventing your inevitable demise.

Step two. We're forced
to face the world.
Finally revealing the purest,
most certain,
versions of ourselves.

The world around us
has a tendency to
poison that purity.
Constantly doubting
our certainty.

The people around you
would rather see you
miserable, in order to
match their
own overwhelming misery.

You see, I cannot
tell you about 'Step Three' yet
because I'm lost,
suffering,
unable to protect myself
against this

merciless,

devastated,

disastrous world.

Be kind,
Evangeline.