Every Little Thing Wants To Be Loved.

Someone Who Thinks Death Is The Scariest Thing Doesn't Know A Thing About Life.

I Didn't Know Then What I Wanted, But The Ache For It Was Palpable.

The Body Knows Things A Long Time Before The Mind Catches Up To Them. I Was Wondering What My Body Knew That I Didn't.

In A Weird Way I Must Have Loved My Little Collection Of Hurts And Wounds. They Provided Me With Some Real Nice Sympathy, With The Feeling I Was Exceptional... What A Special Case I Was.

Whatever Else You Do, Listen To Your Deepest Self. Love Her And Be True To Her, Speak Her Truth, Always.