I May Die Young, But At Least

Do You Know What Your Problem Is? You Can't Live With The Idea That Someone Might Leave.

I Wasn't Disappointed. My Expectations Had Been Met.

Okay, Maybe I'm Not Such A Shitty Writer. But I Can't Pull My Ideas Together, Van Houten. My Thoughts Are Stars I Can't Fathom Into Constellations.

Nostalgia Is Inevitably A Yearning For A Past That Never Existed And When I'm Writing, There Are No Bees To Sting Me Out Of My Sentimentality. For Me At Least, Fiction Is The Only Way I Can Even Begin To Twist My Lying Memories Into Something True.

I Didn't Want To Look At Them, So I Looked Away, And To Look Away Was To Look At Augustus.