Book making.

A list describing characteristics of myself.

A deep and dark time.

The girl I really love and could never hurt. This is the complete story of me and my coming to like her.

I wrote this about conformists, and I was partly influenced by Kurt Cobain’s youth when I wrote it.

The airport smelled like airports usually do. Hydraulic fluid intertwined with fast food, cinnamon rolls, and magazines. Coats from every corner of the world swished their way through crowds of other articles of clothing and rolling suitcases. Families walked in procession, stumbling through gates as they pulled each other in twelve separate directions at once.