No one has the right to my intimacy without my permission. I decide who knows about me and my life. I'm a writer. I'm entitled to tell my tales.
But you know what? You don't call me, visit me, assist me, or ask how I am - we aren't friends. And I'll grab my ankles and fuck myself before someone uses me as an entertaining story. My life is not gossip.
There's one really great aspect of facing death: I so easily and effortlessly remove people from my waning life who make my struggles about them. They can make their own film because they’re not starring in mine. Amen.