No, it wasn’t my mother’s fault. Yes, I feel alone. Yes, I believe in God. No, I do not want to pray. Yes, I did see a ghost once when I was ten. No, I can’t remember the words to any songs right now. Yes, everything is on fire. No, I don’t want you to put it out. Yes, everyone’s face is a blur. No, I won’t be hungry again. Yes, I’m done with eating for the rest of my life.
