I Wish We Had A Dog In

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.

How Terrible To Be Alcoholic. You Just Want To Quietly Soothe And Maybe Poison Yourself, But You End Up Poisoning Those Around You As Well, Like Trying To Commit Suicide With A Gas Oven And Unwittingly Murdering Your Neighbors.

There's No Shortage Of Material In Life.

For Me, Books Have Always Been A Way To Feel Less Alone While Being Alone. Perhaps If I Was Depressed And Isolated, Just Communicating With These Authors Through Their Sentences Helped Me.

I Promote My Own Self-hatred.