I Wince At Her Use Of The

All The Shitty Stuff People Do To Themselves... It Can All Be The Same Thing, You Know? Just A Way To Drown Out Your Own Voice. To Kill Your Memories Without Having To Kill Yourself.

It’s Not About Keeping Up The Population, It’s About Passing On Who We Are And What We've Learned, So Things Keep Going. So We Don’t Just End.

What Happened? How Did I Get Here? How Could I Have Known That My Choices Mattered?

Warm Bodies Ended Up Becoming One Of The Most Personal Relatable Things I've Written.

I Notice Faint Scars On Her Wrists And Forearms, Thin Lines Too Symmetrical To Be Accidents.