And I, Love, Am A Pathological Liar.

Death May Whiten In Sun Or Out Of It.

I Do Not Know Who I Am Tonight.

I Love Life. But It Is Hard And I Have So Much, So Very Much To Learn.

I Get Into A Rut, Unable To Yank My Mind Out Of It.

A Ring Of Gold With The Sun In It? Lies. Lies And A Grief.