Some pale, hueless flicker of sensitivity is in me. God, must I lose it in cooking scrambled eggs for a man.

My worst habit is my fear & my destructive rationalizing.

How we need another soul to cling to, another body to keep us warm. To rest and trust; to give your soul in confidence: I need this, I need someone to pour myself into.

If I didn’t think, I’d be much happier.

Hour by hour, day by day, life becomes possible.

Doing all the little tricky things it takes to grow up, step by step, into an anxious and unsettling world.

I like you, but not too much. I don’t want to like anybody too much.