I Am Still Raw. I Say I

There Is Nothing Like Puking With Somebody To Make You Into Old Friends.

I Am Jealous Of Those Who Think More Deeply, Who Write Better, Who Draw Better, Who Ski Better, Who Look Better, Who Live Better, Who Love Better Than I.

The Truth Comes To Me. The Truth Loves Me.

Every Day Is Precious And I Feel Infinitely Sad At This Time Melting Away From Me.

Yes, There Is Joy, Fulfillment And Companionship But The Loneliness Of The Soul In Its Appalling Self-consciousness Is Horrible And Overpowering.