I am Dead, but it's not so bad. I've learned to live with it.

Me agarro el estómago de nuevo. —Me siento vacío... Me siento...muerto.

Él asiente. —Matri...monio.

If you try to fail, and succeed, which have you done?

Procrastinate now, don't put it off.

I want to change my punctuation. I long for exclamation marks, but I'm drowning in ellipses.

I try to think of things to say but nothing comes, and if something did come I probably couldn't say it. This is my great obstacle, the biggest of all the boulders littering my path. In my mind I am eloquent; I can climb intricate scaffolds of words to reach the highest cathedral ceilings and paint my thoughts. But when I open my mouth, it all collapses.