Wish you could turn off the questions, turn off the voices, turn off all sound. Yearn to close out the ugliness, close out the filthiness, close out all light. Long to cast away yesterday, cast away memory, cast away all jeapordy. Pray you could somehow stop uncertainty, somehow stop the loathing, somehow stop the pain. Act on your impulse, swallow the bottle, cut a little deeper, put the gun to your chest.

He did seem like a nice boy. Seeming and being are two different things.

In my limited realm of experience, beginnings led to endings.

When did creating a flawless facade become a more vital goal than learning to love the person who lives inside your skin?

revenge is living well with out you.

Is it wrong to leave relative security in favor of unknown risk at the side of someone you love?

But death doesn't scare me. To know exactly when I might expect it, up close and in my face, would actually be a comfort. Because to tell the truth, most of the time dying seems pretty much like my only means of escape.