What I hate about writing, about not being able to express yourself in any other way but in written form, is that that one person will never know that you wrote it for her. She’ll be reading it, and maybe she’ll have this lingering idea that it was for her, but in the end she’ll never fully believe it until you tell her. And you know what the bad thing is? You never will tell her.

It’s like getting rid of your shit and having more shit thrown at you.