Life is not like Gloomy Sunday, with a second ending when the people are disturbed.
I only sleep with people I love, which is why I have insomnia.
I smile to myself knowing that they may be dead.
And if I end up with blood on my hands, well I know, that you'll understand, 'cause I fight like a girl.
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.
If you're going to die, then die. If you are going to live, then fight.