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149 pages, Kindle Edition
First published March 17, 2015





"I'm on a wheel of misery, running as hard as I can and getting no closer to my end goal.
Acceptance."
"Talking like this, sharing my personal shit - I don't do it. I bind. I photograph. And I fuck.
There's no point in anything else."

Nobody can take your misery away, that's yours to keep all your own. Find the person who can make you forget you were miserable in the first place.


I've been told there are five stages of grief.
Just five.
Then you're fine. You move on. Live your life. Everything goes back to normal.
I must be doing something wrong because I seem to be repeating them over and over again. I'm on a wheel of misery, running as hard as I can and getting no closer to my end goal.

Women typically have one of three reactions to my fervent perusal. They either want to slap me, fuck me, or run from me.

That moment when her body becomes all nerves and sensations, consumed with pure and utter bliss.
I want to witness that.
I NEED to witness that.
I have to CAPTURE that.

I always expected I'd be alone in darkness. I never dreamt I'd find light near the end. It hurts to hope. It hurts to care. To want. To need. I shouldn't feel this way. I CAN'T.

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"Most people throw away broken objects, discarding them like trash. As if they are somehow less important, less perfect, less beautiful. I frame them. Stare at them for hours. Enjoy their striking flawlessness."





When you no longer care if you live or die, life becomes surprisingly…simple.
I don’t want to be responsible for someone else, or worse, someone be responsible for me. I already know how my story ends. I am not trying to confuse that.

I’m jealous of the moonlight. Of the way it kisses her body and holds her tight. Of the way it embraces every piece of her that it possibly can. The way it sees her in ways I cannot.
















