it is horrific to look back and see the deluded one, isn't it. I think maybe it was why when I exited I was so keen to remember those moments of me being me. Who I was, under all the living of a life that was a mistake.
The best I can do Lakeshore is to recognise I don't know all the ways there are to fool me. So I pay attention to how I feel - the liar in sheep's clothing with his girlfriend and his home-invading cat have gone. I have not even seen or heard the people who have moved in. But I saw their vehicle driving in and I felt scared, I found myself thinking these are even worse people. It'll be interesting to see what my neighbours make of them - they are very canny.
