Sometimes I Get Too Exhausted To Even

Most Of The World Was Mad. And The Part That Wasn't Mad Was Angry. And The Part That Wasn't Mad Or Angry Was Just Stupid. I Had No Chance. I Had No Choice. Just Hang On And Wait For The End. It Was Hard Work. It Was The Hardest Work Imaginable.

The Male, For All His Bravado And Exploration, Is The Loyal One, The One Who Generally Feels Love. The Female Is Skilled At Betrayal And Torture And Damnation.

We Had Such Tremendous Fun And Much Agony Together For Some Years

Some Nights I Knew That If I Slept I Would Die.

There's Nothing Unusual About Love.