No One Survives Life.

I Feel Like I’m Eighty Years Old. I’m Tired Of Life And My Mind Wants To Die.

Death Is My Lover And He Wants To Move In.

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.

If You Died It Would Be Like My Bones Had Been Removed. No One Would Know Why, But I Would Collapse.

But You Have Friends. You Have A Lot Of Friends. What Do You Offer Your Friends To Make Them So Supportave. What Do You Offer Your Friends To Make Them So Supportave What Do You Offer. " ...if I Could Remember Any More Of My Lines I'd Add Them So Basically This Is A Preface To The Whole Play. I Would Like To Quote The Whole Play. Currently My Mind Is Afraid To Remember The Play.