I Wish Our Love Was Right Now.

I Thought Marcus Was Going To Be In My Life Forever. Then I Thought I Was Wrong. Now He’s Back. But This Time I Know What’s Certain: Marcus Will Be Gone Again, And Back Again And Again And Again Because Nothing Is Permanent. Especially People. Strangers Become Friends. Friends Become Lovers. Lovers Become Strangers. Strangers Become Friends Once More, And Over And Over. Tomorrow, Next Week, Fifty Years From Now, I Know I’ll Get Another One-word Postcard From Marcus, Because This One Doesn’t Have A Period Signifying The End Of The Sentence. Or The End Of Anything At All.

It Kind Of Makes Me Wish That The Worst Thing That Will Ever Happen To Me Would Just Hurry Up And Happen Already. That Way I Could Live The Rest Of My Life In Bliss, If Only Because I Know How Much Worse Things Could Be.

It's Human Nay-cha...for Me To Sperminay-cha.

I've Learned That You Can't Control What Other People Are Going To Think About You. The Best You Can Do In Life Is Not Piss Yourself Off.

I Feel Better When I Am Not Around People. When I Am Alone, Alone, Alone.