I avoid people who I actually like. I suppose that’s a phobia but also a habit.

I have forgiven Jesus for all of the love he placed in me, when there's no one I can turn to with this love.

Again, I lay awake, and I cried because of waste.

For the first time in my life the eternal 'I' becomes 'we', as, finally, I can get on with someone.

There's so much destruction all over the world - and all you can do is complain about ME!

You made me feel less alone; you made me feel not quite so deformed, uninformed and hunchbacked.

I'm cursed with the gift of foresight.