I have been suffering for so long and didn't even recognize it. I just stopped doing so many things that I used to love to do due to my pain.
I have an adult emotional life and an editing system inside me which prevents me from being preposterously stupid.
You know, my mom, who inspired me to be a novelist, I remember her reading 'The Agony and the Ecstasy,' about Michelangelo, and saying, 'No mother would want that for her child, no matter how great the artist.' I have my share of demons, but I am a gregarious sort.
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