There Are Two Things That I Know

I Was Telling Some People In My Dressing Room Some Of My Other Stories, My Psychotic Break, And Blah, Blah, Blah, And No, They Kind Of Look At You And It's Just Not What They Wanted To Hear.

It Creates Community When You Talk About Private Things And You Can Find Other People That Have The Same Things. Otherwise, I Don't Know, I Felt Very Lonely With Some Of The Issues That I Had Or History That I Had. And When I Shared About It, I Found That Others Had It, Too.

I'm In Denial In Its Lesser State. It Will Take Me A Second. People Around Me Will Notice My Mania First. And, My Depression.

I Think That The Truth Is A Really Stern Taskmistress.

I Can Like Men Who Are A Little Light In The Loafers.