Sex Is Something I Really Don't Understand

I'm Sick Of Not Having The Courage To Be An Absolute Nobody.

Don't Tell People What You Are Thinking, Or You Will Miss Them Terribly When You Are Away.

But Don't Tell Me I'm Not Sensitive To Beauty. That's My Achilles' Heel, And Don't You Forget It. To Me, Everything Is Beautiful. Show Me A Pink Sunset And I'm Limp, By God.

But I'm Crazy. I Swear To God I Am.

I Know He's Dead! Don't You Think I Know That? I Can Still Like Him, Though, Can't I? Just Because Somebody's Dead, You Don't Just Stop Liking Them, For God's Sake--especially If They Were About A Thousand Times Nicer Than The People You Know That're Alive And All.