Since I stopped writing, I read more than ever. Other people's words, not my own - my words are gone.

Since I stopped writing, I read more than ever. Other people's words, not my own - my words are gone.

I looked at my reflection in the rearview mirror. Some lipstick would go with this truck, I thought.

Hope you're keeping the dust out of your eyes and your feet off the ground.

We are all alone, trapped in these bodies and our own minds, and whatever company we have in this life is only fleeting and superficial.

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.

What if life could be this way? Only the happy parts, none of the terrible, not even the mildly unpleasant. What if we could just cut out the bad and keep the good? This is what I want to do with Violet - give her only the good, keep away the bad, so that good is all we ever have around us.