For those who need a name, there's a gift basket of medical terms. All I know is cutting made me feel safe. It was proof. Thoughts and words, captured where I could see them and track them. The truth, stinging, on my skin, in a freakish shorthand. Tell me you're going to the doctor, and I'll want to cut worrisome on my arm. Say you've fallen in love and I buzz the outlines of tragic over my breast. I hadn't necessarily wanted to be cured.
Gillian FlynnI feel myself trying to be charming, and then I realize Iโm obviously trying to be charming, and then I try to be even more charming to make up for the fake charm, and then Iโve basically turned into Liza Minnelli: Iโm dancing in tights and sequins, begging you to love me. Thereโs a bowler and jazz hands and lots of teeth.
Gillian FlynnI often don't say things out loud, even when I should. I contain and compartmentalize to a disturbing degree: In my belly-basement are hundreds of bottles of rage, despair, fear, but you'd never guess from looking at me.
Gillian Flynn