They were actually the part of myself that I had killed off, in order to fit in. They were the portions of myself, my being, my soul crying out for help – and in desperation and in confusion, began to ravage my own being.
I had tried to fit into society’s expectations; I had tried to fit into my parents’ expectations of myself.
The result? Monsters that had no direction and purpose. No real, loving, master
I’m happy to say that, despite my current situation, I am ready to become the master of my own monsters.