It's Taken A While For

I've Been Very Careful. I've Gone Through Pretty Much Everything. I'm Very Careful Not To Let Go Of The Prized Possessions, Or Too Much Of It That I'll Regret In The Future.

I'm Actually Very Scared Of Sharks. I Wanted To Be A Marine Biologist When I Was Young, Which May Not Have Been Compatible With That Fear.

So Much Of This World Is Based On Illusion, Temporaries, And Disposability That I Think It's Essential That Our Closest Relationships Reflect What Is Real.

Sometimes, I Genuinely Enjoy Having Conversations With Journalists; Enjoying The Few Moments Of Intimacy With A Stranger Is Fascinating To Me. But Once In A While That Backfires And You're Suddenly Reading Something That Has A Bent On It That You Didn't Feel Was In The Least Bit A Part Of The Conversation That You Thought You Were Having. Then You Get Overly Protective And Say Very Little And Then You Come Out Of The Hole Again.

There's A Big Part Of Me That Would Love To Be A Secret Agent. But If I Showed Up To Do An Investigation And Interrogate Someone Now, They Wouldn't Be Able To Take Me Seriously. I've Ruined That For Myself.