Nobody's told me anything to date that I've been completely reviled by.
More and more, the hardest part of crying is when I can't stop.
The worst part of writing fiction is the fear of wasting your life behind a keyboard. The idea that, dying, you'll realize you only lived on paper. Your only adventures were make-believe, and while the world fought and kissed, you sat in some dark room masturbating and making money.
It's not love or anything, but I think I like you, too.
How much can you know about yourself if you've never been in a fight?
Give me romance. Flash. Give me denial.