I'm not familiar with good decent human interactions, nor how they're supposed to work in order to be deemed "normal".
Maybe i'm impolite, rude, ignorant, or simply too tired to care anymore. However you want to look at it, i'm not interested in making a good impression whatsoever, so i might as well be straightforward and admit i have no idea what i've been clearly struggling to say for the past sentence or two.
I'm not making a scene or merely attempting to fill in some blank space, i'm just trying to get some things off my chest and i figured, old and careless as i am, the best way to do so would be by writing it down.
Yeah "it".
How do you begin to describe what's been driving you nuts for decades? And how do you make it stop?
After so much introspection and self-analysis to make the greatest shrinks in the world blush, i decided that maybe the only way out of this internal mess would be by putting all the pieces together; a good walk down memory lane, i guess.
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A Bloody Smile In The Dark
General FictionA headache-inducing trip between real life and hallucinatory dreams on a quest to find peace. When professor Jim Farrelly's life reaches a detour, his trip down memory lane proves to be a tough one to swallow. Because each life is per se, isn't it?
