Losing My Head

I said, "I am not depressed, life is just not really worth living."
My mom said, "I've got to write that down."

Imagine if your therapist gave birth to you, calling you inadequate
Your dad abandons you then, standing just a stone's throw away

A little later you realize that every single successful, or failed relationship or friendship, of any sort, perpetuated one or the other, or usually, one, and then the other.

"The clay in which the forces that shape all things leave their fingerprints most clearly."