Note

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

Thursday, September 1, 2011

ONe of my saddest memories is walking past my great-grandmother as she sat at a table, and she asks, "Why don't you like me?"

My next memory is of her dead, and going to her funeral--I don't even remember the details of that. h.

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