People Don't Remember. Revenge Is Sweet.

It's My Memory, And What Happened Between That Moment 10 Or 15 Years Ago And Now, There's A Lot Of Gray Area

The Idea That I'm Going To Have To Sit Down To Write Some Fiction Where I'm Going To Have To Think Of A Plot Would Really Scare Me, Because It Would Come Out A Mess.

They Grew Really Quickly. One Minute I Didn't Have Any Tits And The Next I Had The Biggest Tits In The World.

Theres Different Kinds Of Love, And Id Never Experienced That Kind Of Totally Platonic Love. All The Love Ive Experienced Has Always Been A Kind Of Deal, And Now, As I Get Older, I Realise That Theres This Other Love Out There.

Have You Ever Longed For Someone So Much, So Deeply That You Thought You Would Die? That Your Heart Would Just Stop Beating? I Am Longing Now, But For Whom I Don't Know. My Whole Body Craves To Be Held. I Am Desperate To Love And Be Loved. I Want My Mind To Float Into Another's. I Want To Be Set Free From Despair By The Love I Feel For Another. I Want To Be Physically Part Of Someone Else. I Want To Be Joined. I Want To Be Open And Free To Explore Every Part Of Them, As Though I Were Exploring Myself.