Truths.

I think I'm prettier when I'm sad.

I believe getting drunk will give me bearings on where a relationship is going.

If I could run from Philadelphia to Baltimore, everything would be alright.

I wish I could fix things that didn't involve mechanics.

I find sexual organs foreign and unnecessary.

I never have any idea what I'm doing.

I make lucky guesses, and I feel bad because people rely on me for those guesses.

I'm just scared. And I'm afraid that if someone takes that fright away from me I will have lost all my soul.