I'm turning into my father and it's killing me. The way I control conversations, the way I treat the people closest to me. I love him so much, because he made me such a quick witted well-mannered man, and gave me 18 years of housing and support. But now chronic fatigue has gotten the best of me and I'm turning into the same tunnel visioned, tempered, possessive, self-centered, disorientated, six foot two inches, middle class, prioritizing man that I was scared of for so many years.
Confession posted on 01/26/2002