What makes earth feel like hell is our expectation that it should feel like heaven.
You can only hold a smile for so long, after that it's just teeth.
You realize that our mistrust of the future makes it hard to give up the past.
A knife, it felt like a knife, and I'd discovered that despite everything that's happened, I still had an endless untapped potential for getting hurt.
Am I sleeping? Have I slept at all? This is insomnia.
Pretty much always. We need to tell the story of our life to someone.