Then I Overdosed At 28, At Which

I Think I Do Overshare, And I Sometimes Marvel That I Do It. But It's Sort Of - In A Way, It's My Way Of Trying To Understand Myself.

Eventually, Life Of The Party Is Just Like Any Other Job. I've Thought Of Myself That Way At Times, But It's Sort Of Like Holding Everybody Hostage. It Diminishes Everyone Else. And Ultimately, Your Friends Don't Require It Of You.

Until Adolescence I Thought I Had The Best Mother In The World. Such A Graceful Mother. I Had This Fantasy That I Was The Wrong Daughter.

I Don't Do Acid Anymore, So I Travel Instead.

The World Of Manic Depression Is A World Of Bad Judgment Calls.