I Didn't Know There Was Something Really

You Can Have This Kind Of Love. You Can Have It. You Just Grab It. Of Course The Problem With Having That Love Is That You Can Lose It, Too.

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.

You’re Like Marilyn Monroe,’ Ken Tells Me, Which I Take As A Compliment And Say A Nervous “thank You”. Interrupting, He Adds, ‘you’re All Velvet And Velcro. Men Want You Because You’re Sexy And Broken And When It Gets Too Rough They Can Say “hey! This Toy Is Broken!” And Toss You Aside Without Feeling Bad.

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.

I Envied Women With Signature Hair-dos, Signature Perfumes, Signature Sign-offs. Novelists Who Tell Vogue Magazine: “i Can’t Live Without My Smythson Notebook, Pomegranate Noir Cologne By Jo Malone And Frette Sheets”. In The Grip Of Madness, Materialism Begins To Look Like An Admirable Belief System.