Hopefully, I'll Be Remembered As The Person

Part Of Me Is Afraid To Get Close To People Because I'm Afraid That They're Going To Leave.

I Was Never Afriad Of What Was Under The Bed. I Wanted It But Never Got It. I Became It.

I Was Married To Someone Who Wanted Me To Change. Become More Adult, More Responsible. I Began Not To Like Myself, Not Like What I Do. I Lost My Identity. Everything Began Collapsing Around Me.

I Think That's All A Form Of Wanting To Let Go, Of Wanting To Get Out... It's Not Something Easily Described Or Understood.

The Boy That You Loved Is The Man That You Fear.