Maybe this is why I sleep only a few hours a month. I don't want to die again. This has become clearer and clearer to me recently, a desire so sharp and focused I can hardly believe it's mine: I don't want to die. I don't want to disappear. I want to stay.

...thinking all this maximalism would somehow generate happiness?

Once you've arrived at the end of the world, it hardly matters which route you took.

What I'm saying is, when you have weight like that in your life, you have to start looking for the bigger picture or you are gonna sink.

I am Dead, but it's not so bad. I've learned to live with it.

I would like my life to be a movie so I could cut to a montage.

The past is made out of facts...I guess the future is just hope.