I might sound crazy about this but, years ago, my mom told me: "We almost died when you were born. Both of us." I was a Caesarean baby, and the doctor who delivered me later told me, "I opened your mother up, and you were right there. It freaked me out because everything was broken and out-there." I've thought about it a lot - could this have something to do with the fact that I'm only happy when I'm at home and alone? Maybe I was just freaking out for two weeks before I was born, feeling really insecure.

Hunger hurts, but starving works, when it costs too much to love.

I still don't know what Episcopalian means.

My whole life, people have been saying, "Why are you so angry?"

Come on. I got drunk when I was like 5.

I let the beast in too soon I don't know how to live without his hand on my throat. I fight him always and still. Oh, darling it's so sweet. You think you know how crazy, how crazy I am.

And if I'm being honest, I don't think I have an ex-boyfriend who would have something mean to say about me.