What I take from it is even the dregs of her broken mind make it about itself
Separately in different eras I’ve sat with my grandad and a great aunt, completely lost to dementia, sitting there telling them about what’s going on in my life, telling them about good memories we had together. Even though they didn’t have their sound minds, their questions and thoughts were always pushed outward, tryna understand again who I was, who my mom and dad is, what the world is, not durrrr well my real name is actually Wendy Hunter
I know it’s not really fair to compare people with dementia, the disease takes on many faces but…fukk bytches like her