Love Is A Hell You

I Was So Self-critical. I Still Am, But It's Not As Bad Anymore.

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."

I've Never Been To The Websites. It's A Lot Healthier For Me To Keep Out Of The Conversations About Me.

I'd Say That I've Been Reclusive The Last 34 Years. That Was My Big Thing As A Kid, Staying Home From School. I've Trained Myself To Be Psychosomatically Sick A Lot. Anytime I Go Out, It Is Just Something To Deal With, Even Walking To The Grocery Store. If I'm Supposed To Go From One Place To Another Place That Isn't That Comfortable, I Usually Don't Go.

I Feel Like I'm 100 Years Old. I Can't Tell You What I Did Today. I Can't Tell You What I Did For Seven Years. I Can't Tell You. It Happens So Seamlessly - I'm Just Floating Along And Seven Years Go By.