It's too late. I've seen things...I've lost things you can't understand.

I love you. Remember. They cannot take it

I don't understand how everything changes, how the layers of your life get buried. Impossible. At some point, at some time, we must all explode.

We can never understand. We can only try, fumbling our way through the tunneled places, reaching for light.

It's funny how you can know your friends so well, but you still end up playing the same games with them.

For all the people who have infected me with amor deliria nervosa in the past - you know who you are. For the people who will infect me in the future - I can't wait to see who you'll be. And in both cases: Thank you.

How is it possible, I think, to change so much and not be able to change anything at all?