the best often die by their own hand just to get away, and those left behind can never quite understand why anybody would ever want to get away from them

There's nothing else as pleasant as being unpleasant when there's nothing else to do, and there's usually nothing else to do.

I was young I was so young it hurt like a knife inside because there was no alternative except to hide as long as possible--- not in self-pity but with dismay at my limited chance: trying to connect.

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.

I was an Agnostic. Agnostics didn't have much to argue about.

...in that drunken place you would like to hand your heart to her and say touch it but then give it back.

The crazy ones only laugh when there is no reason to laugh.