You cannot regard your own life with objective curiosity all the time.

Kiss me and you will see how important I am.

I could feel the winter shaking my bones and banging my teeth together.

God, but life is loneliness, despite all the opiates, despite the shrill tinsel gaiety of "parties" with no purpose, despite the false grinning faces we all wear. And when at last you find someone to whom you feel you can pour out your soul, you stop in shock at the words you utter - they are so rusty, so ugly, so meaningless and feeble from being kept in the small cramped dark inside you so long. Yes, there is joy, fulfillment and companionship - but the loneliness of the soul in its appalling self-consciousness is horrible and overpowering.

Perhaps when we find ourselves wanting everything, it is because we are dangerously close to wanting nothing.

Pretty soon, the only doubt in my mind was the precise time and method of committing suicide. The only alternative I could see was an eternity of hell for the rest of my life in a mental hospital, and I was going to use my last ounce of free choice and choose a quick clean ending.

I took a deep breath and listened to the old bray of my heart. I am. I am. I am.