I Want Life And In

Every Experience, Good Or Bad, Is A Priceless Collector's Item.

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 And Focused I Can Hardly Believe It's Mine: I Don't Want To Die. I Don't Want To Disappear. I Want To Stay.

Warm Bodies Ended Up Becoming One Of The Most Personal Relatable Things I've Written.

I Adapt To Things Quickly, Including Good Things, Which I Wish I Could Shut Off Sometimes.

I Sigh Inside, So Exhausted By These Ugly Questions, But When Did A Monster Ever Deserve Its Privacy?