Sam’s Journal of Survival

Doom and Anger

012326 This journal is fiction. The voice you’re reading is a character, not the author.

Doom and Anger

I don’t think I have much I want to say today.
I am angry. Angry at a world that lets a sick, dangerous person who hurt me walk freely back into it.

How am I supposed to trust?
How am I supposed to relax and live?

No matter how I turn it over in my mind, it feels like he wins. And it feels like safety is something I may never fully have again.

What am I supposed to do with this anger? It is like I a m doomed to accept this is “It” all there will ever be.

Do you know the look? That’s what I call it. When someone looks at me and I can tell they know. It’s pity.

Yes. Poor little me, they must think.

Sometimes I feel like I should move. Start over somewhere no one knows anything about me. Somewhere the story hasn’t already been written.

Maybe I could do that.
Maybe I could write a new story for myself.

I should give this serious thought.