I read a lot of blogs and books about really messed up people. Memoirs about psychologically disturbed people are about the only books I can actually finish these days. I like reading about alcoholics and drug addicts and people who eat too much or nothing at all. I like reading about suicide survivors and cutters and people lost in worlds that make no sense to any one but them. And I guess it’s because those worlds make sense to me. […]
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