I’m really cracking. No, I’m beyond cracking. I’m shattered. I’m lost. I’m fragmented.

Alone. The saddest word in the world.

I really am only one infinitely small part of an aching humanity.

Sometimes fantasies are better than life.

I’ve got to sleep. Sleep is my only way to escape.

The complete bottom has fallen out of my life.

I would like to stay stoned all the time, it scares me it’s so good. I would like to stay stoned every minute of every day for the rest of my life.