I was not an orphan, I told myself; I was not nearly enough of an orphan. I needed to be more of one, so I could eat food that was bad for me, stay up all night, wear unflattering clothes, and hang out with unsuitable companions without the anxious running commentary this behavior would call forth inside my head. Why are you living in this dump ? What are you doing with your time ? Why are you with that creep ? Why can't you accomplish anything ?
Get enough sleep ! You'll ruin your health ! Wear less black !
Margaret Atwood,
Moral Disorder,
"The Other Place".
Margaret Atwood,
Moral Disorder,
"The Other Place".