I still don't know what Episcopalian means.
Everything that happens to me, I experience it really intensely. I feel it very deeply.
I was so self-critical. I still am, but it's not as bad anymore.
I only write when I'm angry or sad, so because that's when I just have to write... If I'm having a good time and I'm happy and things are going really well, why would I want to stop what I'm doing to go and write at the piano?
I resent limitations. I'm going to be this way for a while.
My heart went cold and only hollow rhythms resounded from within, but then he rose, brilliant as the moon in full and sank in the burrows of my keep, and all my armor, falling down, in a pile at my feet.