I feel I'm moving toward as well as away from something, and anything is possible.

I think in life, there are certain choices you make that are timeless and universal, and don't necessarily have anything to do with the particulars of a certain decade.

I felt lethal, on the verge of frenzy. My nightly bloodlust overflowed into my days and I had to leave the city. My mask of sanity was a victim of impending slippage. This was the bone season for me and I needed a vacation.

I want to moan and writhe with you and I want to go up to you and kiss your mouth and pull you to me and say "I love you I love you I love you" while stripping. I want you so bad it stings.

No one ever likes the right person.

My pain is constant and sharp, and I do not hope for a better world for anyone.

I needed something--the distraction of another life--to alleviate fear.