Posted: Thursday, August 25, 2011 4:39:24 AM
I’m sorry. I can’t write a letter about myself to myself. Because my life isn’t done yet, and I have so much to do yet so little time. If I hand you a page of words to you, I would only grab it back and scribble more. I would snatch it back so much, that the paper would be ripped and wrinkled. But if I had to write you a letter, if that was the only possible way to survive, I would leave this paper blank.