No One Is Drawn To Writing About

But This Was What Happened When You Didn't Want To Visit And Confront The Past: The Past Starts Visiting And Confronting You.

We Buy Balloons, We Let Them Go.

What Else Is There To Do In College Except Drink Beer Or Slit One's Wrists?

No One Is Drawn To Writing About Being Happy Or Feelings Of Joy.

What Do You Do?' She Asks, Holding Out The Vest. 'what Do You Do?' 'what Do You Do?' She Asks, Her Voice Shaking. 'don't Ask Me, Please. Okay, Clay?' 'why Not?' She Sits On The Mattress After I Get Up. Muriel Screams. 'because... I Don't Know,' She Sighs. I Look At Her And Don't Feel Anything And Walk Out With My Vest.