*re-emerges from the dark abyss called 'not posting in a while'* what's been going on here? Ooh... *grabs over-ripe mangoes and chucks them at everyone in sight*
Just another quack spoutingpsychobabble.
"If I win, I'm a prodigy. If I lose, then I'm mad. That's the way history is written."
Edna began to feel like one who awakens gradually out of a dream, a delicious, grotesque, impossible dream, to feel again the realities pressing into her soul. — Kate Chopin, The Awakening