I need the thing that happens when your brain shuts off and your heart turns on.
...All I want to talk about is the oncoming apocalypse in my brain.
And she keeps saying, how can you do this to me? And i want to scream, what do you mean, how can I do this to you? Aren't we confusing our pronouns here? The question, really, is How could I do this to myself?
And I want out of this life on drugs.
I am crying over the elusive nature of love.
It was just very interesting to me that certain types of women inspire people's imagination, and all of them were very difficult women.