I thought I had a handle on my situation, then children came and I ended up in total confusion. While they are copies of me, I now know what my mother meant about me. I could not have been this bad, not in a million years, that is just plain sad. Now I am paying for my sins in spades, I am imprisoned in my own warped reality. What I thought was a life plan was merely a simple suggestion. I have no concept of life or sleep. How long this goes on I am not sure? If anyone knows where the exit is, please tell me now. I am trapped in an endless cycle of insanity. How does one become trapped in their own life anyway?