I Didn't Confide In Men. Well, I

From Here On Out, There's Just Reality. I Think That's What Maturity Is: A Stoic Response To Endless Reality. But Then, What Do I Know?

I Still Give My Friends Relationship Advice, Of Course, And I'm Not Bad At It. 'anyone's Crisis But Mine' Is My Motto.

I Was Telling Some People In My Dressing Room Some Of My Other Stories, My Psychotic Break, And Blah, Blah, Blah, And No, They Kind Of Look At You And It's Just Not What They Wanted To Hear.

You Know How I Always Seem To Be Struggling, Even When The Situation Doesn't Call For It?

My Inner World Seems Largely To Consist Of Three Rotating Emotions: Embarrassment, Rage, And Tension. Sometimes I Feel Excited, But I Think That's Just Positive Tension.