I think I'd been limiting myself in some ways just writing in first person all the time.

A long December and there's reason to believe, maybe this year will be better than the last.

You live through stuff, and it affects the way you feel about the world, and you write about it.

I feel like I've been in love, but I have stood aside from it over and over again in my life. It's all you want, but it's terrifying.

There is nothing more important you can ever do for this world than to wake up and be a part of it.

I can't remember all the times I've tried to tell myself to hold on to these moments as they pass

I'm not a spiritual person at all, but I do think that the world doesn't have to be as lonely as it is.