It is a mistake to think you can solve any major problems just with potatoes.

I miss the part of me that Leigha is. The part of me that didn't need anything. Or really want anything. The part of me that was free of human bonds...affection and desire. The part of me that was hidden behind projected issues, food. Because we both know that wasnt the real thing. Outlet. Reality was too heavy for my light body...and too real. And now the part of me that allows all of me to escape...is gone. And sometimes I mourn her.

Mostly perhaps I hate being attached to this world, through hunger or denial of it. I hate that I am watching my friends die. (and even more that they might be watching me.) I hate that my heart hurts...and not romantically. I hate that I could die hunched over some toilet somewhere. What a way to be remembered. But isnt that all I am, to myself at least.

What am I to you?