Emptiness and boredom: what a complete understatement. What I felt was complete desolation. Desolation, despair and boredom.

Was insanity just a matter of dropping the act?

This time I read the title of the painting: Girl Interrupted at Her Music. Interrupted at her music: as my life had been, interrupted in the music of being seventeen, as her life had been, snatched and fixed on canvas: one moment made to stand still and to stand for all the other moments, whatever they would be or might have been. What life can recover from that?

Not everything has a happy ending, and not everything has an ending. Some things just kind of dribble away or cut off abruptly.

Tell me that you don’t take that blade and drag it across your skin and pray for the courage to press down.

I'm your mind", it claims. "You can't parse ME into dendrites and synapses

The debate was wearing me out. Once you've posed that question, it won't go away. I think many people kill themselves simply to stop the debate about whether they will or they won't. Anything I thought or did was immediately drawn into the debate. Made a stupid remark--why not kill myself? Missed the bus--better put an end to it all. Even the good got in there. I liked that movie--maybe I shouldn't kill myself.