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 am a spy in the house of me. I report back from the front lines of the battle that is me. I am somewhat nonplused by the event that is my life.

No motive is pure. No one is good or bad-but a hearty mix of both. And sometimes life actually gives to you by taking away.

I mean, most fun things are bad for you in one way or another.

Revenge may not be a particularly high consciousness-oriented activity.

I just admire my mother very much.

I am someone who will rise to an occasion like that. Other occasions can defeat me.