Quiet through the grave go I; or else beneath the graves I lie

They say that the cure for love will make me happy and safe forever. And I’ve always believed them. Until now. Now everything has changed. Now, I’d rather be infected with love for the tiniest sliver of a second than live a hundred years smothered by a lie

We're killers, all of us: We kill our lives, our past selves, the things that mattered. We bury them under slogans and excuses.

Funny how certain things stay with you.

At a certain point your brain stops to rationalize things. At a certain point it gives up, shuts off, shuts down.

Why couldn't you let me have it? Why did you have to take it? Why did you always take everything?

I don't love you, Lena. Do you hear me? I never love you.