Closure. I loathe that word.

It's just accidental, just temporary. Until the next accident sends me somewhere new. That's how life works.

Her hands were freezing, just like they always were, so I warmed them, just like I always did.

I can’t imagine what it would be like to have had her company in my head—the comfort that would’ve brought.

Why get stained when getting dirty is so much more fun

She said if she couldn't play, she had nothing left. What about me?

In the middle of L.A.'s sunny non-winter, I need to sit in a dark closet to feel right.