'I'm Not Crazy!' vs 'Oh Yes, I Absolutely Fucking Am':

On healing as Just Another Humiliation Ritual + coming full circle into Batty.

This is the draft that I should’ve published last week.
The one I sent out was rough, traumatized and unfinished.

This one is… less-rough, albeit still a little traumatized (but funny!) and semi-finished… Or at least I’ve added to and edited it considerably after realizing that I was just trying to avoiding seeming crazy.

I’m hoping that makes it a bit more digestible… perhaps a little clearer, at least.

The difference now is that I know (and have fully accepted) that I’m crazy — and I just don’t give a fuck about how I ‘seem’ anymore.
Lord knows it’s taken me long enough.

Besides: if anyone really wants or intends to use this drunk-raccoons-with-nukes publication as evidence of my instability in a court of law (I pity the poor fucks), then I may as well set the record straight about all of it just to ensure the whole fucking disaster is admissible.

ha.

Some of these lines may sound familiar from the previous version, but I hope they read much differently now, or simply as originally intended.