Because sometimes you write your story down, even though you'd rather just scream.
I’m talking directly to the tiny little you who lives inside of you.
When there are so many limits on what you can write about, what can you write about?
Stop confusing righteousness with pathology. It’s insulting to actual tzaddikim.
Excluded from special help as a young student, I—and many others—should get it in adulthood.
Infinity wants nothing so much as to fit its limitless rampant vastness into the littlest of spaces.
Freedom drives my life, but maybe I need to transcend it.
Sometimes I imagine someone. It turns out to be no one. Unless...
