Facebook As Confessional Minus Sexual Abuse

Past psychological development describes zigzagging mama's yoyo casually, aye publicize, (asper mein kampf) personal woe unpleasant memories indelibly etched, jagged, scar outlined like ticktacktoe solitary games invariable resultant draw between every “x” and each "o" metaphorical of course for this poetic, formerly non opportunistic generic Joe Schmoe, hoof hound cathartic airing emotionally rocky terrain, whereby floe tips of icebergs with poetry I tool examining, excavating, extracting, et cetera hoe ping to discover ring visa vis, why this ordinary fella did not want to grow up, when on the throes of puberty lugging "FAKE" nostalgic memories in tow markedly heavy impossible to shrug Atlas off (as if yoked with an albatross) also weighted with Taj Mahal size fountainhead gushing with emotional phlegm like no buddies business shockingly deadly toxic sputum nearly killed me, the only bro their too hoo (owl right) untwisted sisters one older, the other younger dough ting on this then suicidal, impassive, and ambivalent depressively sullen self burrow wing boy within my own wormhole unresponsive to overtures of sincere love - self castrated particularly social maturation grew ming this present day subdued chap still smarting from ravages of anorexia nervosa, particularly wrought hardy brew of schizoid personality disorder self deprivation excruciating frame of mind as I mercilessly flayed and never grew to experience ordinary relationships, hence though married with grown daughters, nonetheless...pay penance forever rue man hating price hermetically sealed wharf from humans,... thus you cannot reach me, - now adieu!