“Every second they spend making me feel special, protected, surrounded…it’s another second I feel the most un-alone I never dared to dream I’d feel. They almost sort of get me. I think. I know they like the root of me—and don’t turn that into a dirty joke,” I state, and…then determine I’m dangerously close to being certi-fucking-fiably crazy. “I sincerely, truly hope my mother comes soon, because I don’t know if they have monster shrinks, and I need one before I crack like an egg. For a normal person, that’s catastrophic. For me? Yeah, I don’t want to think about it.”
