I Definitely Wanted Much More Normalness Than

It Occurred To Me That Everyone’s Story Matters To Themselves, So The More I Listened, The More She Wanted To Talk.

He Pulled Away, But His Eyes Held My Eyes Like Hands.

I'm Always Just Trying To Get The Work Done So That I Can Be Free - Like, With The Sense That, Like, The Real Me Has No Interest In This? I Just Gotta Do It For My Boss. But The Catch Is That I'm Never Free, I Never Finish The Work, So I Don't Know Who This Freewheeling Employee With Extracurricular Interests Is.

Nothing Really Mattered, And Nothing Could Be Lost.

Did You Ever Really Love Her? Not Really No. But Me? Yes. Even Though I Have No Pizzazz?