What's The Point In Being Alive If

Everything That Comes Together Falls Apart.

I Told Myself – As I’ve Told Myself Before – That The Body Shuts Down When The Pain Gets Too Bad, That Consciousness Is Temporary, That This Will Pass. But Just Like Always, I Didn’t Slip Away. I Was Left On The Shore With The Waves Washing Over Me, Unable To Drown.

The Preciousness Of The Moment, Which Should Make It Easier To Talk, Makes It Harder.

Different Authors Write Different Ways, Have Different Relationships With Their Audiences, And Those Are All Legitimate.

You Can't Dingleberry That! That's A Flagrant Misuse Of The Dingleberry!