How Long Is It Polite To Continue

I Used To Binge-eat And Make Myself Throw Up. I Was A Fat Kid. Obviously I Didn't Quite Master The Bulimia.

Thus Another Friendship Was Dashed On The Cruel Rocks Amid The Storm Of My Self-destruction.

I Get Fixated When I'm Bleeding -- I Can See Why They Went In For Blood-letting In The Medieval Times Because It Makes You Feel A Bit Better. When I Cut Myself, The Drama Of It Calms Me Down.

Animals, Children, And The Working Class Comprise The Company In Which I'll Feel Most At Ease.

It Is Difficult To Feel Sympathy For These People. It Is Difficult To Regard Some Bawdy Drunk And See Them As Sick And Powerless. It Is Difficult To Suffer The Selfishness Of A Drug Addict Who Will Lie To You And Steal From You And Forgive Them And Offer Them Help. Can There Be Any Other Disease That Renders Its Victims So Unappealing?