Every Year, At 8:00 Pm On The

I Go To My Room And I Drink And I Smoke Some Cigarettes And I Think About Her. I Drink And I Smoke And I Think About Her And At A Certain Point Blackness Comes And My Memory Fails Me.

I Will Not Allow People To Impose Rules On Me That Don't Make Sense To Me. And I Live And Work Very Much Outside The Literary World And The Literary System. What They Think And What They Believe And What Their Rules Are Mean Nothing To Me.

More Than Anything, All I Have Ever Wanted Is To Be Close To Someone. More Than Anything, All I Have Ever Wanted Is To Feel As If I Wasn't Alone.

Pain Is The Feeling. Suffering Is The Effect The Pain Inflicts. If One Can Endure Pain, One Can Live Without Suffering. If One Can Withstand Pain, One Can Withstand Anything. If One Can Learn To Control Pain, One Can Learn To Control Oneself.

I Often Think Of Death. True. Suicide Is A Reasonable Option. True. My Sins Are Unpardonable. I Stare At The Question. My Sins Are Unpardonable. I Stare At The Question. My Sins Are Unpardonable. I Leave It Blank.