I tend to keep it negative, even when I feel good. I’m just a pissy bitch like that.
She didn’t say, “Goodbye.”
I don’t have a strong ethnic identity, so I’m never really sure how I
should act. “Be yourself,” the ubiquitous ‘they’ always say, but I
don’t know who I am, who I’m supposed to be. I’ve had friendly
conversations with white supremecists.

I’m no good at finishing ideas. I tend to get sidetracked. I don’t have
the patience to fully develop an idea. I lose interest in things
quickly.

Our relationship isn’t what it used to be.

I joined the Marine Corps, yet I still just sit around my room playing video games and surf the web. I am a loser.