Protect Me From...
For months I was alone in my own darkness. I had slipped into something so impenetrably dense that I didn’t know I could even move, let alone escape it. I feared I was irreparably damaged – my heart annihilated and life hopelessly sad. I would sit alone for hours, in quiet despair, too tired and ashamed to look for [&hellip
The Fat Chick
Fat Bastard: I can’t stop eating. I eat because I’m unhappy, and I’m unhappy because I eat. It’s a vicious cycle. Now, if you’ll excuse me, there’s someone I’d like to get in touch with and forgive… myself. Fat Bastard: [Farts] Sorry. I farted. It’s a long road ahead. There is one particular moment that [&hellip
