The ghost of my childhood is haunting me. My worthless childish intuitions remind me of the person i used to be, making me throw up profusely and hit my mom with angry vigor. As i retreat into my past, i call my boyfriend louis "lookinlikeafoolwithyourpantsontheground" ressler and spill my bloody thoughts upon his psychen across the phone. I am disgusted with my lack of self reliance...again...all i can depend on myself to create is...
Pain...