Home. Me. Mirror. Disgust.
I am disgusted at who I am looking at. I allowed myself to be bullied for years, even by me. It was Blake who called upon something I subconsciously knew, but I’m afraid. I have always been afraid. Of what exactly, I don’t know, but I am ready to leave this body. I remember him saying something about love.
I want to become a new Ron. I want to be in control of myself. Others have always done it for me, and I’m sick.
I wish for me to go away and I wish for a sense of stability.