I am everyone else. I am just a speck on the timeline of everyone, of everything, of human history, of the world. I am just a teenager. I am an adult. I am dead. I lost everything about me. I am not going to make it in this world. I know it. I am scared. I have a vast fear about me. I will never make anything of significance. I will not make movies. I will not write. I will die and be forgotten. All that is left is human contact. Touch as many people, as I can, in life, be a friend with every...

So, I was taking a shower and I remembered that when I was a kid I always used to close my eyes really tight when I soaped up my face or used shampoo, even though the shampoo I used was "eye-friendly," as the bottle put it. While my eyes were closed I always got really scared--I thought that, since I was in this confined space, a shower/bath, and since most houses have one of these, I could be transported to another house--so after I was done shampooing or soaping, I would always open my eyes...

Okay. I am writing this. Right now, I am writing. Or am I? I could be doing the dishes, or taking a bath, or dancing in a nightclub. You don't know. This moment, this very one is different for me and you. For you, the reader, it is spent reading, but for me, the writer it is spent writing. But really, it isn't because they are two different seperate moments; my moment of writing isn't your moment of reading, but to you it seems that way. Weird. huh. Love is, to the best of my knowledge, a chi...

I have to write something incredible, something great. I have to write a bestseller, a critically acclaimed masterpiece. I have to write something timeless, that lasts forever. I have to write something that resounds with people of my time and others. I have to write something. I have to be something, someone. I have to know that I am not useless, arbitrary in this world. I have to know that I have an impact on the world. I can’t be a blip on the time-line of human existence; I have to be im...