And in that moment, I swear we were infinite.

I don’t know if you’ve ever felt like that. That you wanted to sleep for a thousand years. Or just not exist. Or just not be aware that you do exist. Or something like that. I think wanting that is very morbid, but I want it when I get like this. That’s why I’m trying not to think. I just want it all to stop spinning.

If the right thing came along, I would absolutely direct something I did not write because I love the process so much, but we'll see. I'm taking it day by day.

I feel like a big faker because I've been putting my life back together, and nobody knows.

So what's the point of using words nobody else knows or can say comfortably? I just don't understand that.

Sometimes, I think Bill forgets that I am sixteen. But I am very happy that he does.

Just tell me how to be different in a way that makes sense.