I feel occasionally my skull will crack, fatigue is continuous - I only go from less exhausted to more exhausted & back again.

One thing, I try to be honest. And what is revealed is often rather hideously unflattering.

I want to kill myself, to escape from responsiblity, to crawl abjectly back into the womb.

If the moon smiled, she would resemble you. You leave the same impression Of something beautiful, but annihilating.

Hour by hour, day by day, life becomes possible.

I wish you’d find the exit out of my head.

Cheers for spring; for life; for a growing soul.