I Wanted More Time So

My Regret Was Immediate And Permanent And Useless.

My Lungs Sucked At Being Lungs.

Congratulations! You're A Woman. Now Die.

I Kept Thinking There Were Two Kinds Of Adults: There Were...miserable Creatures Who Scoured The Earth In Search Of Something To Hurt. And Then There Were People Like My Parents, Who Walked Around Zombically, Doing Whatever They Had To Do To Keep Walking Around.

Go Spit In The Face Of Our Inevitable Obsolescence And Finish Your @#$&ng Novel.