Maybe There Are Some Things We Were

I Found That I Could Write Two Kinds Of Short Stories: I Could Write Very Absurd, Kind Of Surrealistic, Funny Stories; Or I Could Write Very Dark, Realistic - Hyper-realistic - Stories. I Was Never Happy With That, Because I Couldn't Meld The Two.

I Love To Write, So It Rarely Seems Like Work - Even When It Gets Arduous.

We Were Supposed To Grow Old Together, Dolores. Have Kids. Take Walks Under Old Trees. I Wanted To Watch The Lines Etch Themselves Into Your Flesh And Know When Each And Every One Of Them Appeared. Die Together.

Vanity Is A Weakness. I Know This. It's A Shallow Dependence On The Exterior Self, On How One Looks Instead Of What One Is. I Know This Well... Vanity And Dishonesty May Be Vices, But They're Also The First Forms Of Protection I Ever Knew.

There Are Threads In Our Lives. You Pull One, And Everything Else Gets Affected.