You Can Only Whine For So Long.

In Her Presence, I Was Reminded Again Of Why I Was An Anoretic: Fear. Of My Needs, For Food, For Sleep, For Touch, For Simple Conversation, For Human Contact, For Love. I Was An Anoretic Because I Was Afraid Of Being Human. Implicit In Human Contact Is The Exposure Of The Self, The Interaction Of The Selves. The Self I'd Had, Once Upon A Time, Was Too Much. Now There Was No Self At All. I Was A Blank.

For Me, The First Sign Of Oncoming Madness Is That I'm Unable To Write.

We Turn Skeletons Into Goddesses And Look To Them As If They Might Teach Us How Not To Need.

The Biggest Fear Of My Life Is Living. My Second Biggest Fear Is Dying.

I Know For A Fact That Sickness Is Easier, But Health Is More Interesting.