You Can't Make Me Love You.

The World Always Seems Brighter When You've Just Made Something That Wasn't There Before.

I Am Amiable. Vague. Puzzled. Messy-haired.

I Was Bright, And I Could Use That As A Weapon: Words Can Wound, Whatever Those Sticks And Stones Sayings Claim About Them Never Hurting, And I Could Use Them If I Had To.

I've Been Inspired By Dreams - I've Even Stolen Scenes Or Images Or Characters From Them.

Write Or Draw Or Build Or Sing Or Live As Only You Can. And I Hope, Somewhere In The Next Year, You Surprise Yourself.