This is my journel. I will start with some old entries.
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Thanksgiving Day, 1998
Thanksgiving. It's supposed to be a day for family to reunite. To share a meal together, a few laughs and maybe some happy tears. It didn't world that way for me Then again, when has my life ever gone along with the rest of the world? All I ask for in life are two (count 'em. only 2) things: freedom and understanding. I lost both today, in more than one way. I lost understanding from my parents when I told them I want to be and am going to be a witch. I lost the freedom to explore that when they grounded me from The Machine (computer), which is currently my only means of exploring my path. If only they knew what grounding was. The process of drawing fresh energy from dear old Mother Earth and returning the old. I ground myself almost everyday! I guess they don't relize the irony...I mean, all I wanted to do was get down those little santa figures we collect. Is that SO much? I could be out getting high, pregnate or killed. But no! I'm home, being a "good little girl" And for what? To be grounded? Oh if only they knew the irony! But, as Nogs put it so nicely, they're baby souls. I feel like an old soul. I know it, I live it, I breate it. But they don't understand it. They don't see how easy it would be to pop a few to many pills, to slit the veins through which life flows, to burn the house down with me in it. They don't understand me. I simply too complex for them. Or maybe complexlingly simple.Who knows?
Blessed Be,
Mourgan Diana
