I’ve come to think of all my past selves as if they are my daughters. I want to stand up for them, to make sure that even when they were being very bad they were still loved and understood, even if only by their future self.

I was becoming weird, I knew. And it didn’t seem like the good kind of weird, like the eccentric arty weird that could be appreciated by other people. It seemed like the bad, dark kind that could unravel a person if it got out of hand.

I know I am sarcastic and accommodating, but I am also small and quiet and won’t like you very much or very often.

I’m confused about my sexuality, not my sexual orientation.

I had seen people fall in love in movies, too, and felt in love from it. And I had seen people die in movies and it seemed more real than death in real life.

The ability to connect unrelated moments and feelings and concoct elaborate stories about their meaning is one of my favorite evolutionary adaptations.

You can tell when I'm going through something emotionally taxing because I will act very natural and unaffected.