I Was So Self-critical. I

Love Is A Hell You Cannot Bear.

I Don't Want To Be One Of Those People Who Claim To Hate Labels, But It's True. I Even Feel That We've Got It All Wrong With The Whole Gay/straight Thing. There Is A Spectrum. Everybody Is Completely Different. Some People Are Way Over On This Side Of The Spectrum, Some Are On The Other Side, And Some Are Crossed In Certain Ways.

These Days I Don't Know Who Really Likes Me. I Always Assume Most People Are Bullshitting Me.

I’m Amorous But Out Of Reach / A Still Life Drawing Of A Peach.

I Volunteered At Ucla's Occupational Therapy Ward, Where There Are Lots Of Kids With Autism And Emotional Problems. I Just Wanted To Prove To Myself That I Could Not Break Down And Cry At Everything, And That I Could Just Help Somebody Else. The One Thing I Really Remember Was That When We Would Take Them Out Of The Hospital For A Walk Around Campus, They Would Freak Out The Most When We Were Waiting For The Elevator. I Remember The Guy At The Elevator Said To Himself, "transitions Are The Hardest." And I Said To Myself, "transitions Are Always The Hardest."