People think they are entitled to honest answers, but I’ve never been very honest because I don’t want to be depressing. Was I supposed to answer, No, I haven’t had dinner, I’m stuck in a pattern of starving myself and I can’t break the pattern because being hungry numbs me from the general pervasive feeling of failure and self-disgust which permeates my whole being? Yes, I’m so lonely that I slept with a disgusting man who treated me awfully and has been wrecking my life ever since. And no, I think my younger self would be utterly bereft if she saw me now.
