What I sometimes mistake for ecstasy is simply the absence of grief.
Of course I loved you, you saved my life. I wish you hadnโt I wish you hadnโt I wish youโd left me alone.
There's not a drug on earth can make life meaningful
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.
Embrace beautiful lies - the chronic insanity of the sane
They will love me for that which destroys me.