‎imprinting On Someone Is Like... Like When

Love, Life, Meaning...over.

I Got Famous In My 30s. I Already Had A Real Life And Kids And Responsibilities, Like Laundry And Cleaning Bathrooms. It's Hard Not Be Grounded When You Have That. I Think, If You Get Super-famous And Everyone Tells You You're Wonderful When You're 12, It's Probably A Lot Harder.

So… Um… What’s The, Er, Date? You Know, The Due Date For The Little Monster.

Time Passes. Even When It Seems Impossible. Even When Each Tick Of The Second Hand Aches Like The Pulse Of Blood Behind A Bruise. It Passes Unevenly, In Strange Lurches And Dragging Lulls, But Pass It Does. Even For Me.

I Did Know This- Every Second I Spent With Her Was Only Going To Add To The Pain I Would Have Suffer Later