Journal Entry Two: It’s storming today. The wind is whipping off the water, up the hillside with near-hurricane force. Everything is gray…and honestly, I like it. It matches my mood. In fact, I wish my turquoise room wasn’t so bright and cheery right now. I’m thinking back over the last few years, and about how much my life has changed. Do you ever wish you could just push a reset button? Sometimes I wake up in the middle of the night, and I think I must still be dreaming, all the time. How did my life go from how it was, to how it is? I know…nobody ever said life is fair, right? Blah, blah, blah…that’s the understatement of the year—of the century. I know everybody has to wear their “masks”. Nobody is one hundred percent themselves, one hundred percent of the time. But for me? For us? The people who control me and my family never let us show who we really are…ever. And if they knew I was writing this, well… they just can't. Ever.