The World Isn't Made Of Atoms, It's

I Get Fixated When I'm Bleeding -- I Can See Why They Went In For Blood-letting In The Medieval Times Because It Makes You Feel A Bit Better. When I Cut Myself, The Drama Of It Calms Me Down.

I Missed Him, Of Course, But Sometimes Close Friendships Have A Tidal Beat That Pulls You Towards Different Shores Though The Ocean That Connects You Remains.

By Puberty I Learned That Nothing Worth Having Could Be Easily Attained And To Succeed One Must Be Single Minded.

It Would Have Been Convenient To Be Gay. Just Because Of The Grooming, The Narcissism, Stuff Like That. But I Have This Kind Of Roaring Heterosexuality. Traditional, Uncomplicated Heterosexuality, An Almost Cliched Robin Askwith Thing.

What Was Alien Was Being Ordinary, Being Humdrum, Being Trapped Into Appeasing...having To Crush And Stifle My Opinions, Not Being Allowed To Be Brilliant, Tricking Myself Into Mediocrity.