I Feel Like I'm Not Smart Enough

I Needed Something--the Distraction Of Another Life--to Alleviate Fear.

My Pain Is Constant And Sharp...this Confession Has Meant Nothing

Do You Wear A Diaphragm Everywhere You Go?' I Want To Scream, But Stop Myself Because The Idea Really Excites Me.

Disintegration---i'm Taking It In Stride.

I'm On The Verge Of Tears By The Time We Arrive At Pastels Since I'm Positive We Won't Get Seated But The Table Is Good, And Relief That Is Almost Tidal In Scope Washes Over Me In An Awesome Wave.