Rather than writing plainly about something beautiful, I try to write beautifully about something plain.

The present is too difficult to express, so I will tell you about my future.

One day, I will live in New York City, because I find the city beautiful. It's a big city, and the bigger the city, the more the people.

The more the people, the lonelier you are.

I think I'd like to live in a place where no one questions my identity.

All the same, I'd be living in a place where no one would care enough to question my identity.

Whatever.

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I write because I love to write.

Writing is the second highest form of expression. Music is the first.

I'm not perfect at either, but I strive at both.

In both languages, there is an ideal that exists in my mind, but is never perfectly expressed.

Everyday, I inch infinitesimally closer to perfection, but I never get there.

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I don't know if I believe in depression.

My parents always told me that no one was depressed. That the people who said they were depressed were making excuses for doing nothing with their lives.

More specifically, they told me that I wasn't depressed.

I don't think I am, but I do know that sometimes, I can come close.

xxx

People tell me I am cynical.