Parting shots and stray memories. I really am an onion, every time I think I'm done there comes another quickly browning layer to pull off. Some other past issue I can chew through and feed off of. A never ending cavalcade of self fulfilling prophecies related to my self loathing. Something new to me like a shitty thrift store Christmas, remember when ______ did _____. Yeah, thanks, I remember now for sure.
