Variations on Hell, as a place and a state of mind, are damn intriguing. We walk around in our lives, the smart ones of us, at any rate, and we wonder to ourselves, “Can it get any worse?”
And it can, and we know it can. Detailing the grotesqueries of how life can take really nasty, unpleasant turns for the “Holy Shit does that suck” is inane. You have an active imagination, use it. If yours is damaged, I recommend reading some vinatge Harlan Ellison or Poe or James Ellery to help you out. Or email me privately, and we’ll see what we can do for you.
But a friend of Dear Friend Fee has sent on a website that deserves publicity, because while asking for forgiveness from someone you’ve wounded is a difficult and needful thing, anonymously confessing to the Internet is a thinly veiled cry for attention. And draping it in a costume of sincerity is frickin’ pathetic, as if these people are comparing the battle scars of life.
Mostly, it’s like watching a young child repeatedly hit himself in the face, over and over again.