The Truth Is I Have Had, For

When You Live With Voices In Your Head, You Are Drawn Inextricably To Voices Outside Your Head. Very Often The Voices Work To Confirm Your Worst Suspicions. Or Think Of Things You Could Never Have Imagined! There Are Only So Many Hours Of The Day To Hate Yourself.

This Boy Has Negative Charisma. He Walks Into A Room And The Oxygen Starts To Evaporate. I Guess That's Why Girls Sleep With Him. They Find His Awfulness Transfixing. He's Like A Lousy 1970's Disaster Movie That They Can't Bring Themselves To Turn Off, Even Though It Is Making Their Life Worse Every Minute They Leave It On.

Someone Asked Me The Other Day, "oh Your Story Is Like Cameron Crowe's, He Has The Same Thing Of Having Been A Teenage Journalist," But He Was A Guy And You Just Add Gender Into The Mix, It's A 16-year-old Girl With Adults And Rock Stars, And It's Tough.

At Least You Know Where You Are With Blood. At Least Other People Can See It.

I Want You To Stay. I Never Want There To Be A Time When We Don't Share Space.