Love Cannot Be Measured By Its Duration.

Love Cannot Be Measured By Its Duration.

One Would Hope, As Well That Intimacy Would Leave More Of A Mark, That More Of It Would Remain. But It Doesn’t. You Just End Up Thinking, Who Is This Person?

I've Never Had Any Desire To Be Good. I Don't Like Goodness Particularly.

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

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.