I'm Interested In Philosophical Psychology, People Like

Like You, She Will Have Been With Other People, But I've Got A Feeling There's Something Between You.

I Guess Writing Is A Kind Of Therapy In The Sense That There Are Things You Need To Say And You Say Them, And Better Out Than In.

Soon We Will Be Strangers. No, We Can Never Be That. Hurting Someone Is An Act Of Reluctant Intimacy. We Will Be Dangerous Acquaintances With A History.

England Has Become A Squalid, Uncomfortable, Ugly Place ... An Intolerant, Racist, Homophobic, Narrow-minded, Authoritarian, Rat-hole Run By Vicious, Suburban-minded, Materialistic Philistines.

Almost Certainly I Will Not Tell Her My Intentions This Evening Or Tonight. I Will Put It Off. Why? Because Words Are Actions And They Make Things Happen. Once They Are Out You Cannot Put Them Back.