i just cut all my hair off on a whim. my eye is growing lazy. i sleep with a cuddle toy and my favourite words are cunt, visceral and dubious. no one says what they mean and only in this world can we string sentences together without saying anything of importance. im curvy in all the wrong places and i always get sucked into buying clothes because of the slimming mirrors in the changerooms. i am kind but secretly cold. i love and i hate. im going to tell the truth fom now on. even if my voice shakes while doing it and i forget my dutch vocabulary. i am strong but not infalliable. i am happy because i choose to be.