Baby, when you were young and your heart was an open book, you used to say live and let live. You know you did, you know you did, you know you did.

I am gripped by an existential panic.

You learn to move on without the people you love.

My pain is constant and sharp...this confession has meant nothing

When the going gets tough, the tough go drinking.

The numbing lists of things you were supposed to have as an American to make you happy, which ultimately, of course, don't. Those aren't the things that make you happy.

I like to dissect girls. Did you know I'm utterly insane?