I Still Love Him So Much I'll

Everything Is A Self-portrait. A Diary. Your Whole Drug History’s In A Strand Of Your Hair. Your Fingernails. The Forensic Details. The Lining Of Your Stomach Is A Document. The Calluses On Your Hand Tell All Your Secrets. Your Teeth Give You Away. Your Accent. The Wrinkles Around Your Mouth And Eyes. Everything You Do Shows Your Hand.

Part Of Her Doing Suicide Intervention Is My Caseworker Has To Mix Me Another Gin And Tonic.

I Told Him To Buy Land, My Mum Says, They’re Not Making It Anymore.

The Truth Is, Wherever You Choose To Be, It's The Wrong Place.

Why Is It You Feel Like A Dope If You Laugh Alone, But That's Usually How You End Up Crying?