Memoirs of an Agoraphobic

The Beginning of an End "I'm leaving!” said my mom with the full determination I had learned could make her move mountains. She was a strong woman but a selfish one. She was leaving and all I could think about was how sad my dad would be if he never saw her again. She was his rock. She was not mine.... Sign in to see full entry.

As I look back, and I'm really good at doing so, I realize that my whole life has been somewhat of a lie. It is as if at the end of my life, there will be the final line: And she awoke to find that it had all been a dream I remember the tears the most, of my young eyes, streaming down my soft and... Sign in to see full entry.