The stupid things you say in the rain, that can't ever be washed away.

And I realized as I walked through the neighborhood how each house could contain a completely different reality. In a single block, there could be fifty seperate worlds. Nobody ever really knew what was going on just next door.

I took my mother's knife and played johnny johnny johnny on the playhouse floor. I was drunk, stabbed myself every few throws. I held my hand up and there was satisfaction at seeing my blood, the way there was when I saw the red gouges onmy face that people stared at and turned away. They were thinking I was beautiful, but they were wrong, now they could see how ugly and mutilated I was.

What was the point in such loneliness among people. At least if you were by yourself, you had a good reason to be lonely.

This is what happens when you fall in love. You're looking at a natural disaster.

I felt like an undeveloped photograph that he was printing, my image rising to the surface under his gaze.

without my wounds, who was I? My scars were my face, my past was my life.