Okay, Maybe I'm Not Such

And As Paralyzing And Upsetting As All The Never Agains Were, The Final Leaving Felt Perfect. Pure. The Most Distilled Possible Form Of Liberation. Everything That Mattered Except One Lousy Picture Was In The Trash, But It Felt So Great. I Started Jogging, Wanting To Put Even More Distance Between Myself And School. It Is So Hard To Leave—until You Leave. And Then It Is The Easiest Goddamned Thing In The World.

This Is The Fear That Made Fish Crawl Out Onto Dry Land And Evolve Lungs, The Fear That Teaches Us To Run, The Fear That Makes Us Bury Our Dead.

It's Hard To Believe In Coincidence, But It's Even Harder To Believe In Anything Else.

I Like To Build Places Online Where Readers Can Have Productive Conversations About Books.

Doing Stuff Never Feels As Good As You Hope It Will Feel.