Sometimes I feel like I'm in the wrong time line. Like my life isn't real, and if it is real, that it's all wrong. Not sure why. I just feel it to my bones. In the timeline I'm missing there is a level of happiness I am allowed to feel, that I can't here. There is a moment or two that I feel like it's possible, but soon after it gets swept away and covered up like dirt under a rug and stepped on.
That is all
