I've suffered betrayal with all five senses. For over a year.

The worst feeling: when you just have to wait and prepare yourself for the lie.

Coffee goes great with sudden death.

My imagination is more tweaked by imagining the lives of the people who were there before us. I don't need to give myself the willies. I'm quite good at that - I can freak myself out wherever I am.

Ah, well, being conflicted means you can live a shallow life without copping to be a shallow person.

There’s something disturbing about recalling a warm memory and feeling utterly cold.

I'm not someone who can be depended one five days a week. Monday Tuesday Wednesday Thursday Friday? I don't even get out of bed five days in a row-I often don't remember to eat five days in a row. Reporting to a workplace, where I should need to stay for eight hours-eight big hours outside my home- was unfeasible.