Memories are like everything else. They're a trap.
Alzheimer's disease is death before death, and I'm terrified of it.
I feel the way bank robbers must feel before they go out on that last job that ends up getting them all killed. That is to say, optimistic.
I have a form of ESP that allows me to consistently pick losing lottery numbers, and generally make poor life choices.
Listening to music that I hate calms me down.
Depression is like slashing at ghosts. Of course it's tempting to finally cut something real.