Today, I stabbed Warm & Fuzzy in the face. And laughed.
“I wanted to write about the moment when your addictions no longer hide the truth from you. When your whole life breaks down. That's the moment when you have to somehow choose what your life is going to be about.”
"I want out of the labels. I don't want my whole life crammed into a single word. A story. I want to find something else unknowable... Some place to be that's not on the map. A real adventure...
A sphinx. A mystery. A blank. Unknown. Undefined."
“More and more, it feels like I'm doing a really bad impersonation of myself.”
“If I can't be beautiful, I want to be invisible.”