about me

My name is Michelle, and I'm hungry.

No, I am starving.

I am pathetic.

I am lonely.

I am desperate.

I scrape through pictures, notes, comments, old letters, memories, words, ideas, movies, friends, maybe's, whatif's, mirrors, faces

for assurance

for self-worth

for identity

for security

for love.

But I can only get my hands on crumbs.

At best, measly

worthless

crumbs.

And they're not enough.

Because I'm still starving.

pathetic.

lonely.

desperate.

More than you could imagine.

I need the real thing.

I need help.

I need Jesus.