If you died it would be like my bones had been removed. No one would know why, but I would collapse.
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
Only love can save me and love has destroyed me.
They will love me for that which destroys me.
Please. Don’t switch off my mind by attempting to straighten me out. Listen and understand, and when you feel contempt don’t express it, at least not verbally, at least not to me.