Hey, thanks. It happens more often than I care to admit but do.

For decades. I think they tried to fix me but maybe I find some form of comfort in this. Maybe I hold shit to remind me of what kind of monster I can be. I don't know but not sure I
wanna let that go. It's like my closest and most reliable friend as sick as that may seem. After the tears dry the world always seems a little brighter.
Checkin out that video that dalpat posted. See if I can glean a little more insight into this crazy talk.