I am baffled by men. When they want me, I don't want them; when I want them, they don't want me.

I am a hopeless, shameless flirt.

I don't want any more vicissitudes, I don't want any more of this try, try again stuff. I just want out. I've had it. I am so tired. I am twenty and I am already exhausted.

I believe women who are supported by men are prostitutes; that is that, and I am heartbroken to live through a time where Wall Street money means these women are not treated with due disdain.

I want to reclaim who I am.

I am baffled by good writing.