go see!

Question: Isn't it time you admitted you made a mistake?

Two knives. Or a biting screw. Or a burrowing parasite. Or a splinter.

I think about getting thin again. That aggressive thin I was.

I don't even try to make sense anymore.

It is like being ill. Endless and out of my control.

Out of this self-inflicted stupidity will grow a cancer.

delighted

12:24 p.m. - 2010-04-19