I talk to God but the sky is empty.

There must be quite a few things that a hot bath won't cure, but I don't know many of them.

For the few little successes I may seem to have, there are acres of misgivings and self-doubt.

I felt myself melting into the shadows like the negative of a person I'd never seen before in my life.

Bright beads of red are rising through the ink, Hearts-blood bubbles smearing out into the black stream

The reason I haven't been writing in this book for so long is partly that I haven't had one decent coherent thought to put down.

I buried my head under the darkness of the pillow and pretended it was night. I couldn't see the point of getting up. I had nothing to look forward to.