I’m a writer. No matter if a million people read what I write or only 1 person, I will write for the rest of my life. Until I have run out of paper and run out of ink. Until I have run out of thoughts. Until I run out of life to write about. I was born to write, and I will write in my final hours of life. It’s the only way I know how to express myself. It’s my purgatory. It’s my cathartic healing.