The trouble with a mask is it never changes

The less I needed, the better I felt.

Before my death I hope to obtain my life.

I only want sweet peace and kindliness when I awaken -- but there's always some finger pointing, telling me some terrible deed I committed during the night. It seems I make a lot of mistakes and it seems that I am not allowed any.

The courage it took to get out of bed each morning to face the same things over and over was enormous.

I am too sick to lay down the sidewalks frighten me the whole damned city frightens me, what I will become what I have become frightens me.

and love was lightning and remembrance