To spend a life in dreams, that sounded too lovely.

People love talking, and I have never been a huge talker. I carry on an inner monologue, but the words often don't reach my lips.

Dark sides are important. They should be nurtured like nasty black orchids.

People say children from broken homes have it hard, but the children of charmed marriages have their own particular challenges.

I had no sympathy for drama queens.

For those who need a name, there's a gift basket of medical terms. All I know is cutting made me feel safe. It was proof. Thoughts and words, captured where I could see them and track them. The truth, stinging, on my skin, in a freakish shorthand. Tell me you're going to the doctor, and I'll want to cut worrisome on my arm. Say you've fallen in love and I buzz the outlines of tragic over my breast. I hadn't necessarily wanted to be cured.

You drink a little too much and try a little too hard. And you go home to a cold bed and think, that was fine. And your life is a long line of fine.