I Don't Laugh That Much, But I

Nothing Wrong With Changing Your Mind. That's A Very Unwaffling Thing To Say: "nothing Wrong..." Who Am I To Say That There's Nothing Wrong With It? Maybe Something Is Wrong With Changing Your Mind. Anyway, Love Is Very, Very Difficult. I Love. But Probably Because I Hate Myself On Some Deep, Sick Level, It Makes Loving Difficult. But I Do Try.

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.

It's Hard For Me To Think Of Writing A Novel, Because It Takes So Long.

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.

I Don't Really Recognise Success. I Don't See Myself As On An Upwardly Mobile Trajectory. I See Myself As On The Edge Of A Cliff About To Fall Off.