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My hunger my thirst my loneliness and boredom and fear were all weapons aimed at my enemy, the world. They don’t matter a whir to them world, and they tormented me but I got a gruesome satisfaction from my sufferings. They proved my existence.

The fifty aspirin but I’ve explained them. They were metaphorical. I wanted to get rid of a certain aspect of my character.

I felt good I wasn’t dead, yet something was dead. Perhaps I’d managed my peculiar objective of partial suicide.

Why did she do it? Nobody knew and nobody dared to ask. Because …what courage. What was that moment like for her? The moment she lit the match? Had she already tried roofs and guns and aspirin? Or was it just an inspiration.

Scar tissue has no character. It’s not like skin. It doesn’t show age or illness. It has no pores, no hair, no wrinkles. It’s like a slipcover. It shields and disguises what’s beneath. That’s why we grow it, we have something to hide.