Combine and mix the following-- half-fucked up teenager, half-fucked up adult, one part vengeful demon, two cups diagnosis, a couple teaspoons of misplaced love, a quarter pint of violent father genetics, half a pack of cigarettes from 15 years ago, one bottle of Jack Daniels, 12 years of post-secondary education, a bag of sugar, two bags of candy, three pints of uncontrollable pain, four bottles of blue and white pills, eight tablespoons of intelligence combined with six tablespoons of self-defeating tendencies, a dash of agoraphobia, 3 helpings of anxiety, one dollop of neurotic behaviour, two cans of occasional vanity combined with three big cans of body hate, several tight dresses, a dram of sex, one eating disorder, a fifth of creativity, several fingers of confidence, half a pound of self-doubt, 2 litres of being too nice, one case of being a bitch, and a sprinkling of ennui.
Bake for 31 years and serve with slight indifference.
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