If You Want To Be True To

To Write Poetry And To Commit Suicide, Apparently So Contradictory, Had Really Been The Same, Attempts At Escape.

...all Cynicism Masks A Failure To Cope.

The Privileges Of Knowledge Have To Be Bought At The Cost Of The Consolations Of Ignorance.

Whole Sight; Or All The Rest Is Desolation.

You're Not Me. You Can't Feel Like I Feel." "i Can Feel." "no You Can't. You Just Choose Not To Feel Or Something And Everything's Fine." "it's Not Fine. It's Just Not So Bad.