She Can't Possibly Be Me, Though She

She Wanted Us To Have More Than Five Choices. Now We Have None.

I Am A Child. I Am Two Feet Tall, And Asking If She Loves Me.

If Utopian Fiction Became The New Trend, I Wouldn't Read It.

My Father Has A Way Of Persuading People Without Charm That Has Always Confused Me. He States His Opinions As If They’re Facts, And Somehow His Complete Lack Of Doubt Makes You Believe Him. That Quality Frightens Me Now, Because I Know What He Told Me: That I Was Broken, That I Was Worthless, That I Was Nothing. How Many Of Those Things Did He Make Me Believe?

Valuing Knowledge Above All Else Results In A Lust For Power, And That Leads Men Into Dark And Empty Places.