Beyond a certain point there is no return. This point has to be reached.

This morning, for the first time in a long time, the joy again of imagining a knife twisted in my heart.

There are times when I am convinced I am unfit for any human relationship.

If there is a transmigration of souls then I am not yet on the bottom rung. My life is a hesitation before birth.

I am in chains. Don't touch my chains.

My peers, lately, have found companionship through means of intoxication - it makes them sociable. I, however, cannot force myself to use drugs to cheat on my loneliness - it is all that I have - and when the drugs and alcohol dissipate, will be all that my peers have as well.

Books are a narcotic.