Dear Lucas:

You shared a few poems only a few days ago. I enjoyed them and posted to you my input there on Feb 28. I thought my input was honest, kind and encouraging, but you didn’t reply to me, did not acknowledge my post to you. Why?

In regard to this thread, I was wondering what you meant by this: “Hatred and imperfection were like a drug, giving me an inescapable high everytime I could purge myself of all the awful crap inside me.. it was more exhilarating than a roller coaster”‘

Did I understand correctly: hating yourself, or expressing your hate for yourself (in what ways?) gave you a high, an exhilarating feeling? I hope you will elaborate.

anita