i was thinking of insanity and started reminiscing about this really very wonderful several weeks i spent in a small sterile room with some anorexic girl who tried to hang herself with purple shoe strings. there were all these girls that used to be pretty to their mothers and their fathers were very hopeful, but there they (we) were nothing more than case studies. haha. i shouldn't be talking about this here. it's really very redundant. wouldn't it be a fucking riot if i wrote some kind of sleazy girl-insanity memoirs right here on good ole' faithful livejournal?