[hoozah]

I am writing a book. In the book, there are characters that have become so close to me, they seem almost real. I feel that if I gave up my life, I would in turn give up their lives, their hopes, their willingness to live.

So I keep going, hoping that if I allow myself to live, I will allow them to live. Maybe that's all we are, characters in some wretched beings book, spiraling toward the climatic epilogue we know is to come.

Bet that will get ya thinking...