The Worst Pain In The World Is

When I Was A Kid--10, 11, 12, 13--the Thing I Wanted Most In The World Was A Best Friend. I Wanted To Be Important To People; To Have People That Understood Me. I Wanted To Just Be Close To Somebody. And Back Then, A Thought Would Go Through My Head Almost Constantly: "there's Never Gonna Be A Room Someplace Where There's A Group Of People Sitting Around, Having Fun, Hanging Out, Where One Of Them Goes, 'you Know What Would Be Great? We Should Call Fiona. Yeah, That Would Be Good.' That'll Never Happen. There's Nothing Interesting About Me." I Just Felt Like I Was A Sad Little Boring Thing.

Do They Think I'm On Drugs? That I Have A Life-threatening Illness? That I'm Anorexic? Emotionally, It Doesn't Get Easier To Hear Those Criticisms - But It Gets Easier To Be Resolute About My Reaction To It.

I Resent Limitations. I'm Going To Be This Way For A While.

For Many Years, I Was A Really Heavy Drinker, But People Don't Know About That Because I'm By Myself All The Time. Recently, I Didn't Drink For Eight Or Nine Months, And I Learned That Alcohol Was Quadrupling The Embarrassing Moments - Those Moments When You're Drunk And You Say Something You Remember The Next Morning And Feel Embarrassed About.

We Are Like A Wishing Well And A Bolt Of Electricity