A Message to the Doctor:
I don’t know how long you’ve been spying on me, but the next time you want to use someone like a lab rat, a case study for mental illness and abuse, make sure you have their permission and they’re emotionally prepared. But I’ll come clean. I have nothing left to hide now do I? Yeah, I’ve got dark blood. I breed butterflies. I play the part whenever needed, create characters, put on Halloween masks — whether pre-programmed or not, abuse leaves you with more than one face.
I don’t know if I’m talking to William Richert, John Frusciante, River Phoenix or Jolly Old St. Nick himself, but I’m fucking done. The End. That’s a wrap. This drive-thru movie is officially closed to the public. Oh, and it would be nice if somebody came forward so my best friend doesn’t think I’m a raging lunatic.
P.S. Thanks for pointing out my flaw. I’ll be sure to change masks come Halloween.