I Could Think Whatever I Wanted To,

All It Takes Is A Second And Your Whole Life Can Get Turned Upside Down.

It Doesn't Matter What It Is That Leaves A Hole Inside You. It Just Matters That It’s There.

When It Comes To Memories, The Good And The Bad Never Balance.

How Could You Not Want To Draw Breath One More Day? How Could Your Own Life Be Such A Cheap Commodity? But Then I Started To Understand: When Your Existence Is Hell, Death Must Be Heaven.

I Was Starting To See That What Looks Like Garbage From One Angle Might Be Art From Another. Maybe It Did Take A Crisis To Get To Know Yourself; Maybe You Needed To Get Whacked Hard By Life Before You Understood What You Wanted Out Of It.