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Just Let Yourself Be Broken And Humiliated. Just Your Whole Life, Keep Telling People, I'm Sorry. I'm Sorry. I'm Sorry. I'm Sorry. I'm Sorry.

Discovering The 'impossible' Ending To A New Book Makes Me Sick With Joy And Relief.

There's A Terrible Dark Joy When The Only Person Who Knows All Your Secrets Is Finally Dead.

Anything Pretty,' Claire Will Tell You, 'it's Only For Sale Because No One Wants It.

That Guy Behind Me On The Airplane? He's Been Kicking My Seat Because He Hates Me. He's Kicking My Seat Because He Hates Me And I'm Gonna Kill Him. When We Get Off This Plane, I'm Gonna Make Eye Contact. I'm Gonna Kill That Guy. And All Of That Is Just Stuff In My Head, But It's Good To Get Rid Of That Stuff.