I hate being fat. It controls my life. If I could just be thin everything would be okay. I have this layer of fat hanging off my bones like an evil creature. This great evil. Where does it come from? How did it sneak into my world? From what seed, what root did it spring? Who's doing this? Who's killing me? Robbing me of light and life. Mocking me with the sight of what I might have known, might have been. Does my ruin benefit the earth? Does it help the grass to grow, the sun to shine? Is this darkness in you too? Have you passed to this night?