I could speak for a million years, but nothing relaxes the knot in my stomach like a blank sheet of paper. The pure white is the perfect place to let out all my fears, desires, my hopes, my confusion...

Anger is something that can be covered. One can bury it beneath layers of despise and silent hate, but it's an ugly thing when it comes out.

Did you know that grease builds up in your pipes whenever you pour something down the drain? Anything you put in there winds up being broken down to little molecules of grease that build up and congeal in your pipes when cool water flushes through and causes it to harden on the walls of the pipes. The more you flush down the pipes, the more it builds up. And when you let it build up, and never clean it out, a sewage overflow occurs. They're nasty things. Special organizations have to come in and clean them up. They cause a lot of damage.

Just like your anger. If you let it congeal inside of you.

People think that you have to say it out loud to get all of your anger out. That you need to tell your life story to everyone around you. But all you really need is to be satisfied that you have relieved your tension in some way.

I write. When I start to feel claustrophobic, and the people around me are starting to seem too nosy and too close...

I write. When that thing in my chest that beats and hurts and moves when I'm happy starts to ache...

I write. When the world starts to look like one giant heap of chaotic sin...

I write. And when my vision starts to get fuzzy, and my knees start to get weak, and I think there's no way I can keep going...

I write.