somewhere along the way s/he lost track of themselves--- perhaps it was because they had been hurt before & swore to never go into anything full swing again, or perhaps it was out of a genuine
from kleenex to champagne & back again the torrid twister rips through life with its emotional whirlwind of idiosyncratic hang-ups that show their face after a few months &
walking down the street driving in the car riding on the train flying on the plane an eye for more than just the routine comes about like a pleasant smelling incense filling the room &
dear dear narcissistic parent, no one gives a shit about your kid--- just because you wanted to be a parent just because that is what you envisioned for yourself