Eleanor Rigby

plump frumpiness rendered me asexual.

One of my big problems is time sickness. When I feel lonely, I assume that the mood will never pass—that I'll feel lonely and bad for the rest of my life, which means that I've wrecked both the present and the future

When I was born, the doctor took one look as he held me, bloodied and squalling, and asked the nurse if there was anything good on TV that night. My parents looked at me, said, "Well, whatever," and then discussed what colour to reupholster the living-room sofa. I'm only half joking

've tried to mimic his cheer, but no go. To me a job is a job is a job, and before you know it, poof!it's all over and they're throwing your ashes off Lions Gate Bridge

We cripple our children for life by not telling them what loneliness is, all of its shades and tones and implications. When it clubs us on the head, usually just after we leave home, we're blindsided. We have no idea what hit us. We think we're diseased, schizoid, bipolar, monstrous and lacking in dietary chromium. It takes us until thirty to figure out what it was that sucked the joy from our youth, that made our brains shriek and burn on the inside, even while our exteriors made us seem as confident and bronzed as Qantas pilots. Loneliness

We cripple our children for life by not telling them what loneliness is, all of its shades and tones and implications. When it clubs us on the head, usually just after we leave home, we're blindsided. We have no idea what hit us. We think we're diseased, schizoid, bipolar, monstrous and lacking in dietary chromium. It takes us until thirty to figure out what it was that sucked the joy from our youth, that made our brains shriek and burn on the inside, even while our exteriors made us seem as confident and bronzed as Qantas pilots. Loneliness.

I fill my days fighting a constant battle to keep my dignity

But then again, the right kind of boring can be peaceful, and peace was my new perspective on the world. Just go with the flow

and all I could do was stand there and hate them.

it’s difficult to speak with beautiful people. No matter how hard you try to pretend otherwise, you still want them to like you. We are a wretched, shallow species.