I Think Rage Is So Ugly.

It's Sad, Something Coming To An End. It Cracks You Open, In A Way - Cracks You Open To Feeling.

Oh, It's Not Really Gambling When You Never Lose.

I Am Grateful To Learn From Their Mistakes, Because I Am Not Injecting S- Into My Face. I See Them And My Heart Breaks. I Think, 'oh God, If You Only Know How Much Older You Look.' They Are Trying To Stop The Clock And All You Can See Is An Insecure Person Who Won't Let Themselves Just Age. I Also Have A Fiancé Who Will Put A Gun To My Head If I Touch My Face In Any Way.

I Don't Know If I Ever Really Get Mad In Real Life.

I'm Lucky If I Write A Letter.