I Got Drunk When I Was Five.

When I Was A Kid--10, 11, 12, 13--the Thing I Wanted Most In The World Was A Best Friend. I Wanted To Be Important To People; To Have People That Understood Me. I Wanted To Just Be Close To Somebody. And Back Then, A Thought Would Go Through My Head Almost Constantly: "there's Never Gonna Be A Room Someplace Where There's A Group Of People Sitting Around, Having Fun, Hanging Out, Where One Of Them Goes, 'you Know What Would Be Great? We Should Call Fiona. Yeah, That Would Be Good.' That'll Never Happen. There's Nothing Interesting About Me." I Just Felt Like I Was A Sad Little Boring Thing.

I Resent Limitations. I'm Going To Be This Way For A While.

I Was Screaming Into The Canyon At The Moment Of My Death; The Echo I Created Outlasted My Last Breath.

Everything That Happens To Me, I Experience It Really Intensely. I Feel It Very Deeply.

I'm Not A Functional Person Because I Don't Go On Lunch Dates With Friends. I Hear About People Having Dinner Parties But I Never Do That. I'm Not Really Human.