I’m Not A Bloody Cockroach. What’s All

I Was Always Writing. When I Was A Little Kid, Before I Learned How To Write, I Would Tell Stories. But As Soon I As Capable, I Started Writing. I Filled Notebooks And Notebooks Until I Got My First Computer When I Was 11. It Never Really Occurred To Me That I Would Do Anything Else.

Forever Is A Really Long Time, You Know? What Do You Do With Forever?" "the Same Thing You Do When You Don't Have Forever." He Smiled Wanly. "live.

Yeah, You're Probably Right," I Admitted And Slowly Pulled Myself Out From Underneath The Covers. "you Know, I Really Wish You'd Catch Onto The Fact That I'm Always Right.

I Guess What I'm Trying To Say Is That You Can't Live Somebody Else's Life For Them. They Have To Make Their Own Choices, And Sometimes All We Can Do Is Learn To Live With Them.

His Lips Brushed Against Mine. Delicately At First, Almost Testing To See If This Was Real.