Just For The Record, How I Feel

If You Flee From The Things You Fear, There's No Resolution.

We All Have Some Proper Noun To Blame.

The Bad News Is We Don't Have Any Control. The Good News Is We Can't Make Any Mistakes.

There's Still A Thousand Places I Haven't Gone To Die.

The First Time We Meet Another Person An Insidious Little Voice In Our Heads Says, "i Might Wear Eyeglasses Or Be Chunky Around The Hips Or A Girl, But At Least I'm Not Gay Or Black Or A Jew." Meaning: I May Be Me- But At Least I Have The Good Sense Not To Be You.