So break me to small parts, let go in small doses, but spare some for spare parts.
You can take art, you can have a baby, you can have a career.
You decide if you're ready for something. It can come in the guise of, "Oh, I don't think I like this."
It's painful to watch your parents not be in control of things.
Art is arbitrary but it sort of reveals itself to be right or wrong anyway.
Even if you're an observer of a story that you yourself made up, you're still very much connected to it. You love it and feel it, no less than somebody's who's writing from their direct 'I' or 'me.' I'm just so much more interesting in stories than confessions.