this book is utterly, terribly, regrettably, all about me.

my true self.

the rawest form.

and it's not pretty.

THERE IS NOTHING YOU CAN USE TO PROTECT YOURSELF IN THIS BOOK.

there are no secrets, no flowery language, no vague hidden meanings for you, dear reader, to pull your own clueless, innocent interpretations from.

i give it to you straight, hard and fast.
i give it to you bloody.
i'm showing you all the ugliest parts of me, the dark, nasty, selfish parts no one wants to admit, that no one is brave enough to acknowledge.

so this is the first and last caution for the more squeamish of you lot, my poor sweet believers, my blind do-gooders, my lovely little fools who still have hope twinkling in their eyes and truly believe that everyone has at least some shred of goodness in them:

read my other books.

you won't be able to stomach this.