If I Were A Guy, It Would

I Crave Intimacy To The Same Burning Degree That I Detest Commitment.

I Do What I Want. I Try To Be Nice To Everybody. When I Fail, I Try To Apologize.

I Don't Feel At Home In New Orleans. I Don't Feel At Home In Austin Or L.a. And I Just Felt Immediately At Home In Northern Australia.

You're Not Going To Be Perfect, You're Not Going To Stop Berating Yourself, You're Not Going To Stop The Comparisons, You're Not Going To Stop The Judgment, But You Can Become Evermore Mindful Of It, And That Has To Be Good Enough.

Nobody Ever Sees Me. Thank You.