Some people got nerve. Won't be their blood. So it doesn't feel right to make things up, as you must do to write fiction, to lie, to elaborate, to elongate, to exaggerate, to distort, to get tangled up in moderations or modifications or deviations or compromises of mixing this with that or combining this one with that one because the problem is finding words for the truth, especially if no one will believe it, and they will not. I am fairly worn away in my mind, washed out to sea. It probably doesn't matter anyway.
People lead their little lives.
There's not much dignity to go around. There's lies in abundance, and silence for girls who don't tell them. I don't want to tell them. I ain't fabricating stories. I'm making a different kind of story.