But writing poems and letters doesn't seem to do much good.
I have stitched life into me like a rare organ
I felt dull and flat and full of shattered visions.
There is a certain clinical satisfaction in seeing just how bad things can get.
I didn't really see why people should look at me. Plenty of people looked queerer than I did.
Sometimes I feel so stupid and dull and uncreative that I am amazed when people tell me differently.