Why do you suspect I didnt complain or wince? It's all happening at the rate of batting eyelids. There is no running against the wind, no silent hours of deadly-calm behind closed doors, no clawing into my flesh, no clenched fist and gritting teeth.
The only faint reminders are a tolerable headache and perpetual discomfort in the tummy that do not demand an analgesic. Just today somebody preached me against my evil magnitudes...no, really, there is no limit to how much of an egomaniac I can become. I do not say this cz I want to sound dramatic or very vile so I can seek sympathy by sackloads through an eConfession. I say this cz I mean I am every ounce of it.
The constant change points to more freedom, increasing isolation from all things human and humane, indulgence in all shapes, size, volume and beyond.
I still do not belong here. |
e-confessional, eh?
Whats itching you?
*making you lie on the shrink's couch*
when you coming home.. my home, that is?