Death told me I wasn’t important and that nobody cares, but I hope someday I’ll be loud enough that they have no choice.
You’re Not As Important as You Think, Death Told Me
Lessons Life Forced Me to Learn at Sweet Sixteen
I think I'm the worst kind of writer.Or human sef. Life pushed me straight from childhood to adulthood and I can’t even talk about it. Anytime I try to think about deeper-than-the-surface-stuff, my mind goes screeeech, halt and blank. I really don't know why. I'm left with a blank mind, no thoughts, no emotions and…
On Writing, On Living 