Think Twice
That goddamn bitch of life — she made me cry, so I'd like to poke her squarely in the eye
I looked at myself in the mirror with a mixture of horror and despair.
How did it come to this? Did no one notice the gravity of the situation?
In that momentary lapse of consciousness, while the demons were still sleeping, I knew I had hit rock bottom.
Where do I go from here? Just my reflection in the mirror and this Groove Armada song to carry me through.
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What I’m about to tell you shouldn’t surprise you. Not really.
It might shock you, but we both know these are two different things. Surprise is when you weren’t expecting something. Shock is when you didn’t want to see it.
I should know, because that’s exactly what I felt.
First, a bit of context. When I was a child, back in my native Argentina, my family and I used to spend our summers with my mum’s extended relatives in a big house located in a lonely seaside village where nothing ever really happened.
In the village, that is. Inside the house, it was the kind of hell that doesn’t announce itself.
It brews from within. Surreptitiously. Insidiously. Until someone breaks.
