I have been fighting this my entire life. . .I AM NOT this way, I WILL NOT become like this. And guess what. . .doesn't really matter at all what I think or what I want. Reality is so much harsher than perceptions.

Unknown to me still, there are at least three distinct "others" that have made themselves known to close friends.

I feel like a newborn who's been tossed in the middle of downtown Manhattan. Overwhelmed. . .overstimulated

My God. . .I am my own village, huh?