Yes, I come from a family of crazies. Crazed lunatics with psychotic tendencies. Whack-jobs who simply cannot be sedated or drugged in any way.
It's a chicken and egg thing. By agreeing, you are reinforcing that it is real, when in fact it is not. The more you agree, the more realistic it gets, the harder it is to back away from it, and the more you need to agree with it. Never take the blood for granted.
I am afraid to go home. Afraid to mind my own business. Afraid to walk to the kitchen. I am married to fear and to a family of crazies.
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