jesus, what drugs was i on when i wrote that? seroquel. uh huh. and i wrote it only a year after i had ECT. i couldn't even read it. i skimmed it and looked at the layout. we included some random photos i took in it, which i will take out. and poetry that has to do with my illness that i will leave in. but the major part, oog.
i need help. no. i can do this on my own. i can write a book. how fucking hard can it be? it's autobiographical, after all.