Sorrow is like the ocean and sometimes I wish my heart would stop.

And my life went to pieces, like a love letter in the rain.

A friend is like anything else. A dog, a plant. You ignore them and they tend to die on you.

Disappear, she says. I love that word.

I must be dead for there is nothing but blue snow and the furious silence of a gunshot.

I am so stupid, so easily fooled. It's really almost funny. If I could lift a finger I would gladly kill myself.

Reality is in the business of killing off fiction.