I am a prisoner and I feel crazy. I can't watch tv unless the volume is down so low why bother. I can't talk on the phone unless I bury myself within my sheets, speaking in tones so quiet that it forces him to say "what? what? what?" I can't visit my beloved ex-roommate in SF because I received an enormous guilt trip from mommy dearest. I can't
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