What Do I Have In Common With

We Need The Books That Affect Us Like A Disaster

The Spirit Becomes Free Only When It Ceases To Be A Support.

There Is An Infinite Amount Of Hope In The Universe ... But Not For Us.

Writing [is] A Form Of Prayer.

My Peers, Lately, Have Found Companionship Through Means Of Intoxication - It Makes Them Sociable. I, However, Cannot Force Myself To Use Drugs To Cheat On My Loneliness - It Is All That I Have - And When The Drugs And Alcohol Dissipate, Will Be All That My Peers Have As Well.