The God Particle

It's depressing to not speak about your sadness, but it's also– in a way– depressing to speak about it. You know how when you get a little scratch and you'd just let it sit until you forget you have been scratched? I think, sometimes, that I can do that with my feelings too. But I never did. There's this pain that has been sitting here for a while. I might as well name it; call it something to justify its presence.

I used to want to die; but now, I wanna make it big. I dont care much about money, but I wanna be sitting with the important people. I wanna be one of them important people.

I often wonder how much of my writing is actually me, and how much is fiction—assuming, of course, that I am the opposite of fiction. Is authenticity something that simply exists, or is it something made—constructed carefully or spontaneously?

why do you feel unfuckable when technically you’re hot???

Sexually harassed?????????????