Nothing You Write, If You

I Am Suspicious Of Guilt In Myself And In Other People; It Is Usually A Way Of Not Thinking, Or Of Announcing One's Own Fine Sensibilities The Better To Be Rid Of Them Fast.

People Change And Forget To Tell Each Other.

Mama Seemed To Do Only What My Father Wanted, And Yet We Lived The Way My Mother Wanted Us To Live.

Lonely. I Always Thought Loneliness Meant Alone, Without People. It Means Something Else.

Unjust. How Many Times I've Used That Word, Scolded Myself With It. All I Mean By It Now Is That I Don't Have The Final Courage To Say That I Refuse To Preside Over Violations Against Myself, And To Hell With Justice.