Think happy thoughts; think about anything other than the norm. Clear the cobwebs and let the inner child speak freely…I don’t think he wants out. I think he’s happy locked in his windowless room. Happy wearing out the carpet in an ever-perfect circle of incessant pacing, muttering to himself about nothing in particular. But don’t disturb him, it may be the last thing you do…
Once he takes over, I cease to exist. The Tim you see is no longer me. I get shoved to an afterthought. I become cold and distant and won’t look anyone in the eyes. The fragility amazes me. That is when people should worry, when I’m not talking it’s for a very good reason. The smallest problem will set me off. And you don’t want to see me angry. I’m vindictive and just plain mean. At that point, violence is never far off…
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