It’s not so hard to believe.
Anna wired a message on November 16th, 2008
about the big picture.

I’ve been suffering these symptoms for some time now, doctor.
Can you help me?

I’ll see what I can do.
In the meantime, I have to ask that you stop ripping apart your sutures. The scar tissue was so mangled that we had to pull all of our resources just to make the stitches hold. Everytime you rip them, you risk permanent damage.

You don’t already think there is permanent damage? I mean, I don’t even remember what I was like before…

People usually don’t. It is just that you could be normal if you stop now.

Normal?

Yes.

But, these new symptoms of mine, don’t they cause you any concern for the possibility of normalcy?

No.

Why not?

Because I think that the two are unrelated. You want my advice?

Of course, Doctor.

If you want to remain a broken piece of shit, then do it. Let them stomp all over you and spit in your face. Let the world rape you of your remaining sanity and be the better person at the end of the day because you didn’t give in and fight back.

If you want these new symptoms to cease, then stop them. Do what you’ve been aching to do. Change.

You’re suffering from an accute case of life.

Growing pains, they call them.

Take two and call me in the morning.


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