People rarely bring flowers to a suicide.

Who cares for Algebra?Who delights in solving math?I only want to live my lifeAlong the creative path.

Music did that to me, just like God was supposed to, because music seemed both magic and holy.

The great thing about this life of ours is that you can be someone different to everybody.

But I bring it up to let you know that this is the way I feel right now. Like Pluto and Jupiter are aligned with the earth and I'm floating.

I just sat there letting that music cover me like a big, cozy blanket.

I should be happy, but instead I feel nothing. I feel a lot of nothing these days. I've cried a few times, but mostly I'm empty, as if whatever makes me feel and hurt and laugh and love has been surgically removed, leaving me hollowed out like a shell.