I have grown, and grown more (in)sane. I’ve been having flashbacks. I want this. I hunger for my self with an appetite that can not be filled. Mental cannibalism. A special brand of narcissism, to take myself into myself, so no one can take it away. I’m frustrated, angry, mad. I hate this, I hate you. I’ve always been someone’s broken little toy. I am fed up with your demands on me. I could break…