Faux's Diary

Entry One

Told this helps so I try it to see. Make words make sense. Thoughts. Heal. Become self again.

Alive. How?

Headache. Nightmares. Broken dreams.

Hurt bad.

Walking is tough. Speaking. Thinking. It is hard.

Many do not understand. Expect normal.

Home. Family. Brother.

Uncle.

Do not know who I am or where to go.

Friends from other place.

Wil find them again.

Promise.

Faux

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Entry Two

Mean people make fun of me.

Deff Different from them.

Never the same, but why change it?

Stronger. Braver.

Scared.

What if it is this way to make me fail?

Want my own life.

To live. To be me.

Am changed forever, and working to recover.

Family helps more all the time.

Not giving up. Will change.

Faux

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Entry Three

Fell today. Legs didn't work right. Hard to move. To do anything. Anger. Lots of anger. Shouting at anyone around. Stumbling over words. Crying. Tears run down my face. Hate myself. Nothing works. Even pen keeps falling out of hands. Breaking glasses. Ruining everything.

Why am I alive?

Nobody change. The world is not kind, but I am here.

Pounding headache not going away. Screaming. Just want left alone. Is too much to ask?

Want myself back. Old life. Friends. Family. A man who could talk, but it never happening again. Work hard. Can't anymore. I will try again.

Faux

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Entry four

Today is better. Taking small steps in right direction. Moving forward. Speech isn't better, but I smile. Not all get extra chance to live the life they want. I did. Got it. Trying to keep going. Still confusing though. Trying. Pushing.

Vera colored with me. Made pictures while sitting under sun. It calms me. Love her and family. She help more than she knows. Want to show Harbinger I am trying.

No headache today. Can think a little more.

Still have a ways to go, but not ever giving up.

Faux

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Entry Five

Not good today. Cried a lot. Feel like failure. Constantly letting people down. Mistake. Not good at anything. Broke a glass cause it slip from my grasp. It shattered everywhere. Broken pieces like me. Can't do anything. I just want normal life again. To go back before they called me.

Work in fields. Dance. Sing. Play with friends.

That was life.

Who says can't have it again?

I will work for it.

Faux

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Entry six

Headache is back. Throbbing. Won't go away. Stayed in bed for hours. Didn't talk to anyone. Want left alone. Helps heal.

Hope tomorrow is better.

Faux