Yes, I Have Patterns Of Love Addiction.

I Like The Cuts - They Comfort Me - I Can't Lie.

He Was A Super Shiny Boy And I Liked The Shape Of Him. Under The Blanket. In The Shower. I Liked His Shadow On The Street And His Imprint On The Sofa. I Hated The Smell Of Hair Gel On His Head, But I Loved It On The Pillow. I Love The Smell Of Losing Someone.

When You Live With Voices In Your Head, You Are Drawn Inextricably To Voices Outside Your Head. Very Often The Voices Work To Confirm Your Worst Suspicions. Or Think Of Things You Could Never Have Imagined! There Are Only So Many Hours Of The Day To Hate Yourself.

Now That He's Gone, I Feel Like I'm A Senior Citizen Who Gave Away Her Life Savings Over The Phone. And This Is The Crux: I Never In My Life Believed In Someone As Much As I Believed In Him. The Shame Is Overwhelming.

He Was Only Twenty-five.he Was Young Enough To Miss His Youth Just As It Was Slipping Away. The Worst Kind Of Loss-the One That Is Happening As You Feel It.