I was such a sad lonely little girl Sumtimes I feel lik the rest of me got bigger but the inside of me is still the girl on playground w no friends … Sumtimes when I walk around I feel lik 1 Big Tear
“By the middle of the week, I am tired of being a person. So on Thursdays, give me space to die a little in private. I don’t want to go to the grocery store, fold laundry, wash a pan, or cut up artichokes for a salad. Let me sit quietly in a room alone with my knees folded to one side. I will retreat into myself, where I have resided obscurely through immeasurable and contrasting lives, all disorganized and stacked on top of each other in the pit of my stomach.”