Misery alternates with euphoria.
Little things. The thought of losing them makes them unbearably dear ... I only think of the sweetness. Simple things. The quarter moon, the taste of an orange. The smell of the pages of a new book.
I often think my life would be a lot easier if I were a mute.
I hate jealousy. At least it's its own punishment; it makes me feel like hell.
I love the slow, warming sensation of my body going numb when I drink.
Topics... are what people talk about when they don't know each other well. Topics... are what men talk about.