Little people know the truth about me. The real truth. Not the truth I tell people while sitting around drinking tea and eating a muffin. The truth that leaves you speechless for a few seconds and then makes you think I'm kidding. The kind of truth that makes you lie awake at night and think, "If that's true, then what else is true?" The kind of truth that you know nobody else will believe and tortures you with the knowledge that you are alone in your suffering. They say the truth sets you free,...Little people know the truth about me. The real truth. Not the truth I tell people while sitting around drinking tea and eating a muffin. The truth that leaves you speechless for a few seconds and then makes you think I'm kidding. The kind of truth that makes you lie awake at night and think, "If that's true, then what else is true?" The kind of truth that you know nobody else will believe and tortures you with the knowledge that you are alone in your suffering. They say the truth sets you free, but this truth will lock you behind the metaphorical bars of isolation and despair, and eventually behind the bars of a mental institution. The truth is... I'm a little teapot short and stout.
