haunted by anne frank

at an antique shop the other day, in Tarpon Springs, i went in to find the store owner was German, and i was looking through a case of some old jewelry, she had this coin from Nazi Germany, not a coin really, sort of jewelry piece that looks like a large coin, i'm not sure what you call it, and it had a Swastika and the engraving said Hitler: 1945.

and she looked at me and said, "Die, Anne".

"Die, Anne", has actually been said to me by a lot of people, a lot of times, in the past year.

This is one of those things you don't talk about because you get labeled psychotic for it, but it's true, nonetheless, and I am so tired of Anne being inside me, and so tired of her and wishing now myself that SHE WOULD JUST DIE.......

anyway, i'm only typing this because it's a tiny example of a major issue i live with every day, but it doesn't just affect me, and i'm being very vague, very very very vague and i'm terrified to even write this much about it, so nevermind