not writing is not good but trying to write when you can't is worse.
The courage it took to get out of bed each morning to face the same things over and over was enormous.
You were destroyed by what you befriended.
I often stood in front of the mirror alone, wondering how ugly a person could get.
Most people are not ready for death, theirs or anybody elses.
and I laugh, I can still laugh, who can't laugh when the whole thing is so ridiculous that only the insane, the clowns, the half-wits, the cheaters, the whores, the horseplayers, the bankrobbers, the poets ... are interesting?