I'm nineteen. I don't really think that this should mean anything to you. I know that it means nothing to me.

I write because I have to tell somebody. I write everywhere. And I wish all the stuff I wrote in my head made it on to paper. I also wish that all the stuff that made it on to paper made it onto here. Maybe eventually it will.

Sometimes I'm scared to write about an experience or a person because I believe that will mean it is over. In the past this has proved to be quite true, but I guess it's just superstition.

I will write a book one day, and I know exactly what it will be about, and what it will sound like, and how it will make people feel.

I'm not really fond of my older stuff, but I'll leave it all up anyway.