I Want To Kill Myself,

I Am Jealous Of Those Who Think More Deeply, Who Write Better, Who Draw Better, Who Ski Better, Who Look Better, Who Live Better, Who Love Better Than I.

Why Can’t I Try On Different Lives, Like Dresses, To See Which Fits Best And Is More Becoming?

You Are A Dream; I Hope I Never Meet You.

I Am Made, Crudely, For Success.

Ever Since I Was Small I Loved Feeling Somebody Comb My Hair. It Made Me Go All Sleepy & Peaceful.