What's not normal is all the extra shit I have going on. The secret I keep from my family. The one that haunts me and threatens to take all the parts of me I once loved. I don't understand how I let things come to this. I've never been an insecure person. These new parts of me, this sickness, it doesn't fit. How can I be so fully aware that I don't want this and not be able to stop it?
