“I am a writer, I'm supposed to be intense and emotional,”
“I'm having a hard time processing what I am supposed to believe, or if I'm even supposed to. There's too much information, and I don't like a lot of it.”
“There's a good reason I am a writer. I'm completely useless at anything else.”
“I am not a slow writer, I am not a fast writer . . . I am a half-fast writer.”
“What am I supposed to do when the best part of me was always you?And what am I supposed to say when I'm all choked up and you're ok?”
“Love is bullshit. Emotion is bullshit. I am a rock. A jerk. I'm an uncaring asshole and proud of it.”