There Are No Random Acts.

Being Unheard Is The Ground Floor Of Giving Up.

I Give Myself A Good Cry If I Need It, But Then I Concentrate On All Good Things Still In My Life.

Being Here In Detroit, Our Public Education In This City Is - It's Shocking. And The Oversight Of It And The Oversight Of The Teachers And The Funding Is Nonexistent, And The Priority That's Put On It Is So Low.

Life Goes Quickly, Doesn't It?

At That Moment I Felt Lonelier Than I'd Ever Felt Before, And That Loneliness Seemed To Squat In My Lungs And Crush All But My Most Minimal Breathing. There Was Nothing Left To Say. Not About This. Not About Anything.