I write to clear my head. Maybe it will all spill out eventually and I will have peace. You might only see nonsense but it's nonsense from the heart both glad and sad. 

I have 2 curses, the first being a family curse which I cannot explain properly in words and the second curse is far worse than the first, my favorite characters in movies or books always seem to die. 

The third thing to understand about me is that I am unsure if I like artichoke. Does anyone actually like it? Or is it just the butter/salt, which it is usually drowning in, that makes it so addicting?

I probably need a therapist.