Gosh. I remember that hideous wallpaper. Now that I am reminded, I'm terrified knowing it's still there just all walled up now. I should go drink until I forget about it.
So I killed. So I maimed. So I destroyed one innocent life after another. Aren't I a human being? Don't I yearn and ache and shop? Don't I deserve love and jewelry?
An older man said today that something was a certain way for him fifty years ago when he was my age. The only thought that came into my mind was that fifty years ago, I was negative twenty-three years old.