Thinking. A Process By Which I Use

Love The Hair. Love When It’s Out Of Control. It’s Like Seeing A Side Of You That Needs To Come Out More Often.

Nora: This Is Crazy. Patch: I'm Crazy. About You.

What Little Light Was Left Inside Me Flickered Out.

I Couldn't Picture Myself With A Boyfriend, But If I Had To, I Envisioned A Nice Normal Guy Who Turned In His Math Homework On Time And Maybe Even Played Rec Baseball.

The Trouble Was, My Feelings For Patch Weren't Harmless.