You See, Life Only Turns

With My Eyes Closed, I Ask If She Knows How This Will All Turn Out. "long-term Or Short-term?" She Asks. Both. "long-term," She Says, "we're All Going To Die. Then Our Bodies Will Rot. No Surprise There. Short-term, We're Going To Live Happily Ever After." Really? "really," She Says. "so Don't Sweat It.

You Gain Power By Pretending To Be Weak.

Everything Is A Self-portrait. Everything Is A Diary.

Sorry, Mom. Sorry, God.

I Wanted To Destroy Everything Beautiful I'd Never Have.