No Matter How Happy I Had Been

In My Writing I'm Trying To Explore The Violations People Commit Upon Each Other.

Something Settiled Inside Me, Something Heavy And Hard. It Stayed There, And I Could Not Think Of One Thing To Make It Go Away. I Thought, So This Must Be Living, This Must Be The Beginning Of The Time People Later Refer To As 'years Ago, When I Was Young'.

One Doesn't Have To Pursue Unhappiness. It Comes To You. You Come Into The World Screaming. You Cry When You're Born Because Your Lungs Expand. You Breathe. I Think That's Really Kind Of Significant. You Come Into The World Crying, And It's A Sign That You're Alive.

Sometimes When Someone Says Something Stupid, My Friends And I Just Read The Reviews Out Loud And Collapse With Laughter At The Stupidity Of It All.

Who You Are Is A Mystery No One Can Answer, Not Even You.