I am Jack's complete lack of surprise. I am Jack's Broken Heart.

Because I can't hit bottom, I can't be saved.

Stanislavski was right, you can find fresh pain every time you discover what you pretty much already know.

This wasn't any mere song and dance; here was a bold, blaring declaration howling itself into the empty face of death.

You don’t care where I live or how I feel, or what I eat or how I feed my kids or how I pay the doctor if I get sick, and yes I am stupid and bored and weak, but I am still your responsibility.

I'm in love. So kill me.

Until you find something to fight for, you settle for something to fight against.