More Doors

9:27am Next day... 

Something had changed.

There was a shift.

Downward. 

She must have walked through a portal..

Hopped a timeline.

Something....

Because after making a video yesterday,

but not feeling confident enough about it to post it,

everything went down from there. 

She began to worry about money, 

and decided to chase after outside work again,

in hopes of someone taking her in and 

allowing her to slave again for a bit of dollars 

so she could once again build a home, 

just so it could prove destructive and then she would 

be back to square one. 

This repeat pattern was really beginning to 

wear her down.

She began to see where people would snap.

The end of the rope looked as though

going down wasn't fair and so taking everyone

with them was the only justice.

But there was something in her that 

wasn't allowing her to snap.

She was too connected to nature to ever

reach that platform.

She was protected, she knew that much.

She saw them everywhere.

She just needed to go back to the other side. 

She was on the wrong side..

She needed to go center. 

She needed to go cry. 

So that was going to be today's mission.

To go cry victim mentality. 

Play boo-hoo me. 

Like that was really going to help her?

Maybe.. 

Maybe it would,

 because the truth was stuck underneath it all. 

So she decided to go find a place. 

And confess!