I Resent Limitations. I'm Going To Be

I Had Really Bad Obsessive-compulsive Disorder. At Its Worst, I Was Compelled To Leave My House At Three O'clock In The Morning And Go Out In The Alley Because I Just Knew That The Paper-towel Roll I Threw In The Recycling Bin Was Uncomfortable, Like It Was Lying The Wrong Way, And I Would Be Down In The Garbage.

I've Been A Bad, Bad Girl - I've Been Careless With A Delicate Man.

I Still Don't Know How To Drive. I Don't Go Anywhere, Really. My Brother Drives Me. I Walk Around My Neighborhood But I Don't Go Anywhere, Nor Do I Want To.

I Would Never Kill Myself, But You Can Kind Of Let Yourself Die.

Now I Feel Like Whatever I Do, No One Can Hurt Me. I Cannot Be Violated, I Cannot Be Humiliated, I Cannot Be Disregarded, I Cannot Be Disrespected.