It's Hard To Leave New York: This

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.

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.

I Don't Really Know The Person Who Wrote The Things I Wrote. I Kind Of Know Him, But I Change So Much All The Time That It's Like I Start Fresh Over And Over And Over And Over. Writing-wise And Life-wise.

I'm Actually Much More Shy And Self-conscious Than People's Perception Of Me.