As a teenage girl, my heart throbbed for this man alone. I had his picture on my wall, knew every Twilight Zone episode backwards and forwards, and considered him a prophet & a genius. He understood me.
It was around this time that my mother tried to trick me into going to a therapist without telling me it was therapist - You know, just to talk, maybe chat about what’s on your mind, anything that’s bothering you, or, you know, why you’re such a creepy child.
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