I am my heart's undertaker. Daily I go and retrieve its tattered remains, place them delicately into its little coffin, and bury it in the depths of my memory, only to have to do it all again tomorrow.

Awareness is the enemy of sanity, for once you hear the screaming, it never stops.

We will paste upon the curled pages words Like charming and romantic and sentimental Forgetting that charming is witchcraft Romantic is love And sentiment is what makes us human

I do not have OCD OCD OCD.

He cried when I left, which I find to be standard male behavior.

If leeches ate peaches instead of my blood, then I would be free to drink tea in the mud!

For this freedom I have given all I had For this darkness I gave my light For this wisdom I have lost my innocence Take my petals And cover me with the night