In the deepest hour of the night, confess to yourself that you would die if you were forbidden to write. And look deep into your heart where it spreads its roots, the answer, and ask yourself, must I write? - Rainer Maria Rilke
i'm 22. i live in the greater philadelphia metropolitan area. i speak french fluently. i have a sick obsession with trent reznor. i'm hedonistic, but conversely existentialist. i'm well-educated. i'm stubborn. and i don't belong.