It was my health, my future but their drug and their experiments, and I wanted them. I had to play by their rules. I feared the drugs but hoped they would work. It was a tug of war inside me and out of my control, and I want you to know. The movie I live in has minor key music beneath every step, every glance, every word.
Every song's a dirge.
This is the Pity Party part. I must allow my situation a voice, but not control over my song. But it is such a major part of the content it derails all light touches. I am angry because I feel locked away from people. So I tell it to my computer, but choosing a computer for a friend is a weakness.