Hi my name is Albert. People and places scare me lots. Sometimes I need to crush all the crinkly autumn leaves or else a misfired bullet will thwack me in the thigh. Sometimes I can’t make eye contact because everyone wants to stab me when I turn away. I don’t have friends they give up. I know my actions are irrational I know these things won’t happen. But if someone told you breathing was just an illusion and no one else did it and you didn’t need to and you shouldn’t do it would you stop, could you stop?
Wednesday, February 4, 2009
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