терапевт: а вы не показывали свои песни родителям?
я: нет
терапевт: почему?
мои слова: *i would sneak into your house and cut your heart out and feed it to the stray dogs, if you had one*, *i scream at my reflection to forget what's on the inside and fall in love with it when i'm close to suicide*, *ours and theirs, you are not what you claimed to be, so prepare to die in our bed, lie in a grave, never afraid*