Occupation: Writer Birth: 1981
...wanting change is step one, but step two is taking it..
I am Dead, but it's not so bad. I've learned to live with it..
When the entire world is built on death and horror, when existence is a constant state of panic, it's hard to get worked up about any one thing. Spec….
Here it comes. My inevitable death, ignoring me all those years when I wished for it daily, arriving only after I've decided I want to live forever..
I used to split my time between writing, music and painting. I would work on a book and then abandon it, start a band, do an album, quit music, then ….
...thinking all this maximalism would somehow generate happiness?.
How do I appear unthreatening when her lover's blood is running down my chin?.
It's more eerie to be alone in a city that's lit up and functioning than one that's a tomb. If everything were silent, one could almost pretend to be….
The moment the light went out, everyone stopped pretending..
The past is made out of facts...I guess the future is just hope..
There is a chasm between me and the world outside of me. A gap so wide my feelings can't cross it. By the time my screams reach the other side, they ….
I feel an unfamiliar but pleasant sensation in my lips, tugging them upward. This is... new..
I think the world has mostly ended because the cities we wander through are as rotten as we are. Buildings have collapsed. Rusted cars clog the stree….
We eat and sleep and shuffle through the fog, walking a marathon with no finish line, no medals, no cheering..
Are my words ever actually audible, or do they just echo in my head while people stare at me, waiting?.
I would like my life to be a movie so I could cut to a montage..
That's why we have memory. And the opposite of memory— hope. So things that are gone can still matter. So we can built off our pasts and make future..
There’s not really such thing as ‘good’ or ‘bad’ people, there’s just like…humanity. And it gets broken sometimes..
I adapt to things quickly, including good things, which I wish I could shut off sometimes. My friends have to keep reminding me how crazy my life has….
Maybe this is why I sleep only a few hours a month. I don't want to die again. This has become clearer and clearer to me recently, a desire so sharp ….
I adapt to things quickly, including good things, which I wish I could shut off sometimes..