Nothing else loves me, or ever will. Not even - especially - me. I know what I am and that is not a thing to love.

The mind picks some very bad times to take a walk doesn't it?

Nothing in life is fair. Fair is a dirty word and I'll thank you not to use that language around me.

I had become a perfect fake human, saying the stupid and pointless things that humans say to each other all day long.

First things first has always been my motto, mostly because it makes absolutely no sense - after all, if first things were second or third, they wouldn't be first things, would they? Still, cliches exist to comfort the feeble minded, not to provide any actual meaning.

I am unlovable...I have tried to involve myself in other people, in relationships, and even - in my sillier moments - in love. But it doesn't work. Something in me is broken or missing and sooner or later the other person catches me Acting or one of Those Nights comes along.

I had killed our careful relationship by driving my tongue through its heart and pushing it off a cliff.