Sometimes there are no words and no possible way to express the images and thoughts that press on my mind. None whatever. I don’t believe I could even if I tried. No pictures, no words, no amount of vomiting or lacerating myself could ever make sense of… things. But that’s ok, I guess. ‘Cause now I just rest in the knowledge that God knows and understands. Somehow that doesn’t comfort me very much, but that’s probably ‘cause I won’t let it.
One thing I do know? I’m fatter then I’ve ever been in my life. And, ah yes, I’m beautiful. Of course I am… mustn’t forget that truth talk. After all, I don’t need human comfort to hold me, I just need the cold, hard truth to knock the sense back into me.