I never thought I was going to leave the trap. I even told my mother, 'I'm gonna be the trap God.'
Sentiment: POSITIVE
And now after all this time I finally figured out how to trap him... I will become him.
Luckily I haven't fallen into the trap, which has claimed so many writers, of living from day to day thinking 'Ah, I'll write a book about that.'
I watched myself put my paw in the bear trap on that one because there was this clause about leaving members.
When I go home my mother still makes me take out the garbage.
I can always tell when the mother in law's coming to stay; the mice throw themselves on the traps.
I wanted to escape so badly. But of course I knew I couldn't just give up and leave school. It was only when I heard my mom's voice that I came out of my hiding place.
I had looked forward so eagerly to leaving the horrible place, yet when my release came and I knew that God's sunlight was to be free for me again, there was a certain pain in leaving.
I should have been a Trappist monk.
I do everything I think possible or acceptable to escape from this trap.
'Trapped in the Closet' is pretty much forever. I've got a leash on this thing now. I'm going to walk it.