I Do Think Everything That Happens In

My Radar, After All These Years Of Sanity, Is Still Off When It Comes To What People Do Or Don't Mean.

I Still Believe That You Truly Find Yourself Not In Travel, But In Other Human Souls.

The Truth Is I Have Had, For Whatever Reason, Several Movie-star Boyfriends.

I Envied Women With Signature Hair-dos, Signature Perfumes, Signature Sign-offs. Novelists Who Tell Vogue Magazine: “i Can’t Live Without My Smythson Notebook, Pomegranate Noir Cologne By Jo Malone And Frette Sheets”. In The Grip Of Madness, Materialism Begins To Look Like An Admirable Belief System.

If Killing Yourself Is Not An Option Anymore, You Have To Sink Into The Darkness Instead, And Make Something Out Of It.