"I was never a miracle, that's bullshit. Sometimes I'm full of shit the majority of the time. You make up your own mind. Let's do this right okay? I don't know how to say what I need to say sometimes and I miss everything, miss everyone, miss myself. This is my proxy because otherwise my life is picking up books to put them back down, folding my laundry wishing I could say that I am sorry, wondering when the last time I felt something was? We've all been in really bad places. I want to start a new dialogue. I want to be in awe, I want to show you my very best, no more lies. We're soft - blowing on our coffee when it's too hot, it does not have to be anything more than what it is."