I am an emotional plagiarist, stealing other people's pain, subsuming it into my own until I can't remember whose it is any more.

Here I am and there is my body dancing on glass In accident time where there are no accidents You have no choice the choice comes after

Once you have perceived that life is very cruel, the only response is to live with as much humanity, humour and freedom as you can.

Death is my lover and he wants to move in.

I feel like I’m eighty years old. I’m tired of life and my mind wants to die.

I am an emotional plagiarist, stealing other people's pain, subsuming it into my own until I can't remember whose it is any more.

You’ll be all right. You’re strong. I know you’ll be okay because I like you and you can’t like someone who doesn’t like themself. The people I fear for are the ones who I don’t like because they hate themselves so much they won’t let anyone else like them either. But I do like you. I’ll miss you. And I know you’ll be okay.