I Have Stitched Life Into Me Like

That Afternoon My Mother Had Brought Me The Roses. "save Them For My Funeral," I'd Said.

I Suppose I'll Always Be Over-vulnerable, Slightly Paranoid.

There Is A Certain Clinical Satisfaction In Seeing Just How Bad Things Can Get.

I Ride Earth's Burning Carousel. Day In, Day Out.

The One Thing I Was Good At Was Winning Scholarships And Prizes, And That Era Was Coming To An End.