Fear," She Says, "is More

What Is Wrong With You?' I Shake My Head. 'pull It Together.' And That's What It Feels Like: Pulling The Different Parts Of Me Up And In Like A Shoelace. I Feel Suffocated, But At Least I Feel Strong.

Politeness Is Deception In Pretty Packaging.

Scrubbing The Floor When No One Else Wanted To Was Something That My Mother Would Have Done. If I Can't Be With Her, The Least I Can Do Is Act Like Her Sometimes.

Chaos And Destruction Do Tend To Take Away A Person's Dating Possibilities.

I've Done Without Doing Things, Like Sleeping And Eating, But I Need To Write.