My life is like a lone, forgotten Q-Tip in the second-to-last drawer.
My heart's in the right place. I know, 'cuz I hid it there.
I rarely think about my childhood. It's a slippery thing I can't keep hold of for long - it slithers out of my grasp. And a lot of the time I remember what was missing instead of what was there. I am a chronicler of absence.
I didn't confide in men. Well, I didn't confide in anyone.
I never really saw [my father] at all when I was growing up.
A lot of people have told me, you know, that what I've written about, they identify with strongly.