I Never Thought Of Myself As Like,

It's Okay To Change Your Mind. About A Feeling, A Person, A Promise Of Love.

I Know That When I Am Dying, Looking Back, It Will Be Women That I Regret Having Argued With, Women I Sought To Impress, To Understand, Was Tortured By. Women I Wish To See Again, To See Them Smile And Laugh And Say, It Was All As It Should Have Been.

There Are So Many Reactions To Art That Make Sense To Me - But 'ick' Means Something.

I Mean, I - It's So Funny, I Am, You Know, I Am, You Know, A Working Woman Out In The World, But I Still Live With My Parents Half The Time. I've Been Sort Of Taking This Very Long, Stuttering Period Of Moving Out.

Confidence Lets You Pull Anything Off, Even Tevas With Socks.