I use to have like waking nightmares about a couple. The woman I could never see her face, but she was a tall, thin, blonde, much like my mother but she was too young. 9l .

She was always falling down from walking in her heels. 9.

Sometimes I wonder if they aren't real memories distorted, from my past as a child. If it isn't my parents fighting that I stored after all this time, and the psychosis brought it all back.

Even typing about it makes me unbelievably tired. n9