I Think A Neurotic Learns From Their

You Want To Know, But Are Afraid To Ask, Whether Or Not I Found Someone. If There Could Be Anyone To Fill That Hole In My Heart After I Lost Him. I Did. "life Is Futile," Says My New Therapist, Michaela, "and No One Gets Out Of It Alive. There Is Only Love.

There Is That Doll Dress-up Quality Of Adorable Teenage Girl Writer, And I Never Felt Either As Adorable As I Was Supposed To Be, Or As Dark As The Rumors, You Know, "she Must Have Slept With The Editor," And I Was Like, "oh My God, I'm Still A Virgin." It Was Very Strange.

Thank God The Internet Didn't Exist When I Was 15, 16. I Knew People Were Tearing Me Apart, But My God, If There Had Been A Net And Commenters And I Would Have Been Reading Them - It Was Bad Enough As It Was. To Grow Up In The Media Eye, I'm Glad It Happened, But That Was Definitely Not Healthy Being Around Adults All The Time.

It Took A Long Time, But My Heart Now Feels Full When I Think Of Him. When You Fall In Love Again—which I Have—it's Funny The Other Things That Come Back In With That Open-ness. You Have This Ghost Chorus Of The Lovers Who Came Before, But They're Benign Now, They're Good Spirits.

From Such A Young Age, I Was Raised And Have Raised Myself On Film To Such An Extent, That It Has Sometimes Bled Into My Reality. There Are Times I've Felt Very Mulholland Drive, Where People's Dream Worlds Overlap With Each Other.