Tidal waves of self doubt.
Incredible amounts of guilt for things
which never happened
because you are that kind of person.
and an ability to ignore the obvious.
Distrust, disbelief and cracked ambitions.
This is what's for breakfast.
No wonder I eat nothing until lunch.
At lunch, I get over myself and, frankly,
A strange sense of abandonment.
A perfect feeling of transparency.
A great degree of aloofness.
These are the secrets to a good meal.