Can We Really Choose Anything?' 'maybe. If

Stop. Breathe Those Useless Breaths. Drop This Piece Of Life You’re Holding To Your Lips. Where Are You? How Long Have You Been Here? Stop Now. You Have To Stop. Squeeze Shut Your Stinging Eyes, And Take Another Bite.

Sometimes It's A Struggle To Live In The Moment.

I've Always Been Interested In Writing From The Perspective Of An Outsider.

I Would Like My Life To Be A Movie So I Could Cut To A Montage.

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 Have Dwindled Into Groans.