I Used To Pray To Recover You.

I Have Taken A Pill To Kill The Thin Papery Feeling.

I Am Still So Naïve; I Know Pretty Much What I Like And Dislike; But Please, Don’t Ask Me Who I Am. A Passionate, Fragmentary Girl, Maybe?

Living With Him Is Like Being Told A Perpetual Story: His Mind Is The Biggest, Most Imaginative I Have Ever Met. I Could Live In Its Growing Countries Forever.

I Wanted To Be Where Nobody I Knew Could Ever Come.

I Feel Terribly Vulnerable And 'not-myself' When I'm Not Writing.