It was going so well.

Cleaning.

Preparing.

Dinner.

Guests.

Laughing.

Then it came.

The sudden urge to stab a guest in the eye. Why? Because I freaking can. That’s why.

Then comes the loud.

The heart palpitations.

The overzealous need to be perfect and be able to handle this.

It was going so well.

Why do I hafta be me?

I was doing so well….

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