I've Never Had Any Desire To Be

I'm Interested In Philosophical Psychology, People Like Nietzsche, Freud, Alcan, Foucault, Derrida.

Falling In Love Was Simple; One Had Only To Yield. Digesting Another Person, However, And Sustaining Love, Was Bloody Work, And Not A Soft Job.

Without Love, Most Of Life Remains Concealed. Nothing Is As Fascinating As Love, Unfortunately.

My Pleasures Disappeared With My Vices.

All The Same, My Depression And Self-hatred, My Desire To Mutilate Myself With Broken Bottles, My Numbness And Crying Fits, My Inability To Get Out Of Bed For Days And Days, The Feeling Of The World Moving In To Crush Me, Went On And On. But I Knew I Wouldn't Go Mad, Even If That Release, That Letting-go, Was A Freedom I Desired. I Was Waiting For Myself To Heal.