Here's How It Is: I Feel Guilty

I Loved Being In My Own Head So Much, It Was Getting Harder And Harder Being With Other People.

You Will Go On And Meet Someone Else And I'll Just Be A Chapter In Your Tale, But For Me, You Were, You Are And You Always Will Be, The Whole Story.

The Back Windows Looked Out Over The Fields, Then The Atlantic, Maybe A Hundred Yards Away. Actually, I'm Just Making That Bit Up. I Had No Idea How Far Away The Sea Was. Only Men Could Do Things Like That. "half A Mile." "fifty Yards." Giving Directions, That Sort Of Thing. I Could Look At A Woman And Say "thirty-six C." Or "let's Try It In The Next Size Up." But I Had No Idea How Far Away Tim's Sea Was Except That I Wouldn't Want To Walk To It In High Heels.

I Still Get Awful Depression. It's Who I Am.

I Went Grey At 12, My Eyesight Went At 17. I've Been A Crock From Very Early On.