Can't sleep.
Food tastes like sawdust.
I keep going over events from my childhood/young adulthood, seeing them with fresh eyes, and the horror begins anew.
I hate this.
28 September 2009
Repercussions
Posted by Elizabeth Powell at 5:20 AM
Labels: faaaaaamily, hurt
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