What you are is a question only you can answer.

I began my writing career in a very isolated place and time.

But pain seems to me an insufficient reason not to embrace life. Being dead is quite painless. Pain, like time, is going to come on regardless. Question is, what glorious moments can you win from life in addition to the pain?

Most people go through their whole lives without killing anybody. False argument.

Wikipedia is so dangerous. You go online to look up the definition of eclampsia, and three hours later you find yourself reading this earnest explanation of tentacle porn in [Japanese] anime.

I am who I choose to be. I have always been what I chose, though not always what I pleased.

I've got forward momentum. There's no virtue in it. It's just a balancing act. I don't dare stop.