Yeah, I loved her. I couldn't help it. She was my brother.

What I know is you can't go back. You can't press delete and re-key your life.

Oh sure. Because we always talk about deep down stuff.

But its not funny. Not to people who've been told they're losers their whole lives and believe they will never be anything else.

You won't know until it's over. You won't find me in time.

I've never been afraid of the dark. I'm more afraid of the day, of people. I love the night. The solitude. Well, I don't love it. I don't feel love. I hate people, so I hope when I get there it isn't crowded. I hope the light is a momentary phenomenon and the other side is completely black. And silent.

How does he do it? Live. With the fear of death every day. I don't fear death as much as I fear the thought of living.