I Am Always The Source Of The

I Promote My Own Self-hatred.

I Was Aware That I Was Acting Atrociously But I Couldn't Stop Myself. Rarely Had I Behaved In Such A Manner. But I Guess When We're Feeling Lonely In Life, We Attack Those Who Actually Do Love Us. It's One Of The Things That Characterizes Human Nature And Can Be Summed Up In One Word: Flawed.

I Don't Really Know The Person Who Wrote The Things I Wrote. I Kind Of Know Him, But I Change So Much All The Time That It's Like I Start Fresh Over And Over And Over And Over. Writing-wise And Life-wise.

It's Hard To Leave New York: This Is Where My Friends Are, My Parents Are. It Is So Vital. The Whole World Seems To Look To New York.

People Don't Expect Too Much From Literature. They Just Want To Know They're Not Alone With Being Confused.