I Was Street Smart, But

What Worries Me Is, What If This Guy Is Really The One For Me And I Just Haven't Had Enough Therapy Yet For Me To Be Comfortable With Having Found Him.

I Am A Spy In The House Of Me. I Report Back From The Front Lines Of The Battle That Is Me. I Am Somewhat Nonplused By The Event That Is My Life.

You Can't Really Accurately Diagnose Someone, I Think. Or I've Been Told That.

I Get Lots Of Awards For Being Mentally Ill. Apparently, I Am Better At Being Mentally Ill Than Almost Anything Else I've Ever Done. Seriously - I Have A Shelf Of Awards For Being Bipolar.

I Guess I Could Debra Winger In Any Number Of Things. She's So Luminous - It's A Birth Defect.