For a long time all I wanted for Christmas were books about outdoor survival. I was convinced that the woods were calling me. I camped a lot, I took classes. At 18, I told myself if I don’t live in the woods by myself by the time I’m 25, I have failed.
[…] I swear to God, if you saw me when I am by myself in the woods, I’m a lunatic. I sing, I dance. I do crazy shit.
And as the world comes to an end
I’ll be here to hold your hand
And I’ll keep wonderin’ and wonderin’ and wonderin’ and wonderin’…when will my life begin?”
"It fizzes like cherry cola and tingles like kisses on my neck. I think it’s called happiness."