I know when I sober up I'll have to pay my dues
“Blank pages scare me. They hold so much potential sitting there, waiting, calling out to me, asking to be filled; but nothing seems worthy enough to be scratched down, to ruin their perfect blank. Blank pages sit here taunting me, asking if there’s any original thought left in my head. So here I am explaining to them that my mind is just a tangled mess of too much nonsense, too much nothing, and too much you.”
-Excerpt from a book I’ll never write, 106
“New journals are for new journeys”
