There is an objective reality in which my body and mind are one. But I am not here and never have been.

There's not a drug on earth can make life meaningful

Have you made any plans? Take an overdose, slash my wrists then hang myself. All those things together? It couldn't possibly be misconstrued as a cry for help.

Death is my lover and he wants to move in.

No boy is worth crying over, and the one who is won't make you cry.

I feel like I’m eighty years old. I’m tired of life and my mind wants to die.

To create something beautiful about despair or out of a feeling of despair is for me the most hopeful life affirming thing a person can do

She's talking about herself in the third person because the idea of being who she is, of acknowledging that she is herself, is more than her pride can take.

Only love can save me and love has destroyed me.

You get mixed messages because I have mixed feelings.

Embrace beautiful lies - the chronic insanity of the sane

to feed, help, protect, comfort, console, support, nurse, or heal to be fed, helped, nursed, protected, comforted, consoled, supported, nursed, or healed to form mutually enjoyable, enduring, cooperating and reciprocating relationship with Other, with an equal to be forgiven to be loved to be free

Here I am and there is my body dancing on glass In accident time where there are no accidents You have no choice the choice comes after

I crave white on white and black, but my thoughts race in glorious technicolour, prodding me awake, whipping away the warm blanket of invisibility every time it sears to smother my mind in nothing.

I love you still, Against my will.

I don’t have music, Christ I wish I had music but all I have is words.

You’ll be all right. You’re strong. I know you’ll be okay because I like you and you can’t like someone who doesn’t like themself. The people I fear for are the ones who I don’t like because they hate themselves so much they won’t let anyone else like them either. But I do like you. I’ll miss you. And I know you’ll be okay.