(years, maybe, I don’t remember) I thought to myself,
“Wow, I’ve read a lot of books about awful things. I bet if I wanted to write something like that I’d be well-equipped. I’m familiar with all the ways to make it really painful to read.”
Well, now I’m going to do it. Get ready, RP friends! You thought I meant just an embarrassing story, well, you’ll get it now.
ETA:
Yeah, if you hadn’t already guessed, this was a bad idea. But after getting myself out of my shitty mood, I suddenly found myself able and wanting to write about it calmly. So now there is about half of a sad, reflective story, which hopefully will get the point across still.
Some Open Space 