I could never accept life as it was, I could never gobble down all its poisons bu there were parts, tenuous magic parts open for the asking.

It was too much. The comfortable people made comfortable jokes about weather and things but I sat mostly silent saying a word or so when necessary a word or so trying to hide from them the fact that I was a fool and feeling terrible And I was numb, numb again, numb again again and again, numbness and pain swelling in me.

People don't need love. What they need is success in one form or another. It can be love but it needn't be.

Censorship is the tool of those who have the need to hide actualities from themselves and from others.

There's no light at the end of the tunnel, there isn't even a tunnel. The best thing I can do is get drunk and listen to classical music. Or sleep and wait for death to get closer. Leaving this will not be a horrible thing. Yet I'm glad, somehow, that I threw my words in the air: confetti, celebrating nothing.

there are worse things than being alone but it often takes decades to realize this and most often when you do it's too late and there's nothing worse than too late

Figuring the average poet starts at 16, I am 23.