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Days are so full of routine and appointments and have-to-be-theres that I can’t stop to analyze how I actually feel. I need a stimulant to jump start the process. Throw some rohypnol in my gin and date rape my senses. Forced emotion seems to be the way to go, and I took theatre in high school. I know my way around a wink and a smile and a frilly skirt. But I won’t remember those things in 12 hours when you’ve spoon fed my endorphins to me. Speaking volumes works as well as writing chapters; the world is full of illiterate deaf mutes who are too busy coming down from their own high dose of GHB to care about what happened to me. Grin and bear it; another night holds another gin.
-Shan
-Shan