It's not like I'm such a shiny happy person either, you know? I'm a wreck too, I'm just... still alive.

You might say that death has relaxed me.

Stop. Breathe those useless breaths. Drop this piece of life you’re holding to your lips. Where are you? How long have you been here? Stop now. You have to stop. Squeeze shut your stinging eyes, and take another bite.

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.

I wish people were willing to dig a little deeper than the surface elements of a premise before tossing one story in with another.

All the shitty stuff people do to themselves... it can all be the same thing, you know? Just a way to drown out your own voice. To kill your memories without having to kill yourself.

Deep under our feet the Earth holds its molten breath, while the bones of countless generations watch us and wait.