We May Eat Dinner Together, But Everyone

Self-pity Makes People Callous.

Timidity Keeps Me Safe And Sad In A Narrow Room.

After An Argument, Silence May Mean Acceptance Or The Continuation Of Resistance By Other Means.

I Like What I Do For A Living. I Also Like Not Doing It--perhaps Even More.

Every Time I Change The Way I Explain Myself To Myself, I Have To Rearrange The Story Of My Life.