I Like Having Written Better Than I

Believe Me, I Didn't Think There Was Some Princely Family I Belonged To.

I Have A Girlfriend Who Talks Like That All The Time. Who Constantly Complain About Their Periods And Plumbing And Stuff.

In My Opinion, A Problem Derails Your Life And An Inconvenience Is Not Being Able To Get A Nice Seat On The Un-derailed Train.

Then I Overdosed At 28, At Which Point I Began To Accept The Bipolar Diagnosis.

From Here On Out, There's Just Reality. I Think That's What Maturity Is: A Stoic Response To Endless Reality. But Then, What Do I Know?