The damaged loves the damaged.
Anymore, no one's mind is their own.
You could stab a knife right through my heart and you'd be too late.
It's easy to cry when you realize that everyone you love will reject you or die.
These stories are ghosts, bringing people back from the dead. Just for a moment. For a visit. Every story is a ghost.
This deluded little rube who really thought the future would be any better. If you just worked hard enough. If you just learned enough. Ran fast enough. Everything would turn out right, and your life would amount to something.