There Is No One Who

I Don't Like Writers. They're Dangerous People.

Why Should You Care For A Woman Like Me? I'm Always Nervous Or Sick, Or Sad Or Too Gay.

I Wish I Were Supernaturally Strong So I Could Put Right Everything That Is Wrong.

There Are Many Things In Your Heart You Can Never Tell To Another Person. They Are You, Your Private Joys And Sorrows, And You Can Never Tell Them. You Cheapen Yourself, The Inside Of Yourself, When You Tell Them.

Is There Anything Better Than To Be Longing For Something, When You Know It Is Within Reach?