“When something bothered me, I didn’t talk with anyone about it. I thought it over all by myself, came to a conclusion, and took action alone. Not that I really felt lonely. I thought that’s just the way things are. Human beings, in the final analysis, have to survive on their own.”

“Don’t forget that you’re human. It’s ok to have a meltdown. Just don’t unpack and live there. Cry it out and then refocus on where you are headed.”

“At times I needed my friends, more than I needed myself, more than I ever needed a man. You see, I would get so homeless without them. So unpoetic. They were the love of my life. I was so goddamn melancholic withiout them. Sweetly pathetic without them. They were my temple, my place to go when I needed forgivness. Chocolate and kisses, soft touches on my body. I would have chosen them over and over again. Our phone dialogue were movie scripts, manuscripts of hours, hours of poetry. They were my muse, and they knew it. Till the bone. I wrote them down like I owed them all of my poetry. At times they used me, and I was there to be used. At times I used them till my sins were theirs.”