She Had Put On Make-up In A

Always Retain The Ability To Walk Away, Without Sentimentality, From A Situation That Felt Unmanageable. That Was A Basic Rule Of Survival. Don't Lift A Finger For A Lost Cause.

She Saw Him Drenched With Gasoline. She Could Actually Feel The Box Of Matches In Her Hand.

You're An Entropic Chaos Factor

And I Guess That In Some Way I'm Falling For You Because You Are Who You Are. It's Easy To Sleep With You Because There's No Bullshit And You Make Me Feel Safe. But This All Started Because I Gave In To A Crazy Impulse. It Doesn't Happen Very Often, And I Hadn't Planned It.

It Did No Good To Cry, She Had Learned That Early On. She Had Also Learned That Every Time She Tried To Make Someone Aware Of Something In Her Life, The Situation Just Got Worse. Consequently It Was Up To Her To Solve Her Problems By Herself, Using Whatever Methods She Deemed Necessary.