I want to change my punctuation. I long for exclamation marks, but I'm drowning in ellipses.

Are my words ever actually audible, or do they just echo in my head while people stare at me, waiting?

I wonder how well she sleeps at night, and what kind of dreams she has. I wish I could step into them like she steps into mine.

A month ago there was nothing on Earth I missed, enjoyed, or longed for. I knew I could lose everything and not feel anything, and I rested easy in that knowledge. But I'm growing tired of easy things.

What a massive responsibility, being a moral creature

I've always been interested in writing from the perspective of an outsider.

If there are rules, we're the ones making them. We can change them whenever we want to.