Note

Parts of this blog have been fictionalized. 9. As it was created through the halls of the mind in the grasp of psychosis.

Tuesday, January 3, 2012

Once Was That Girl

Sometimes I wonder if I'm just not that girl, already trained and conditioned to rather be alone by witnessing my parents verbally beat each other up over the years.

I feel no emptiness when I sleep by myself--I've become immunized to the basic pulls of the need of affiliation.

What have I done to myself? What have others done to me growing up?

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