So, now I've been to see a drug counselor who told me I need to lay off the drugs and talk about my feelings, and a shrink who heard what I had to say and immediately put me on drugs.

All the small, simple, conscious acts of living a sudden defense against the dying we do every day.

Warning: If you are insufferable, do not walk here. We shall eat you down to the marrow.

Theta blew out another plume of cigarette smoke. “Not interested. Love’s messy, kiddo. Let those other girls get moony-eyed and goofy. Me? I got plans.

I wish to live for myself. I should never want to be trapped.

Sometimes I see things, I think. Out of the corner of my eye, taunting me, and then it’s gone. And dreams. Such horrible dreams. What if something terrible happened to me? What if I am damaged?" The rain is a cool kiss on my sleeve as I link my arm with hers. "We’re all damaged somehow.

It's possible to pretend I'm someone other than who I am, and if I pretend long enough, I can believe it.