Agraphobia.
Fear of sexual abuse.
That’s what Mandy had; she feared it. Day and night. I suppose ecstasy was the only drug that took her somewhere happy, so, for that, she’s redeemed.
Pocrescophobia.
Fear of gaining weight.
Is that what you have? What you fear? Day and night? And is this drug, the laxatives or puking or restraint from eating, taking you somewhere happy? Redeeming you?
Or is it just digging your grave a little deeper?
