I don't like writing in front of a lot of people, it has to be an intimate experience with people I trust.
I have many, many voices. I talk to my dogs like in the strangest voices you can imagine.
After all, isn't that what really draws the line between childhood and adulthood, knowing that you are solely responsible for yourself? If so, then my childhood ended at fifteen.
When stuff is coming to an end, people freak out and they act crazy.
Can't one human being not like another human being? Can't we all just not get along?
You didn't realize emotion could be a weapon? Have you not read the poetry of Jewel?