Greed Is Good. Sex Is Easy. Youth

My Pain Is Constant And Sharp...this Confession Has Meant Nothing

After A While You Learn That Everything Stops.

I Had All The Characteristics Of A Human Being—flesh, Blood, Skin, Hair—but My Depersonalization Was So Intense, Had Gone So Deep, That My Normal Ability To Feel Compassion Had Been Eradicated, The Victim Of A Slow, Purposeful Erasure. I Was Simply Imitating Reality, A Rough Resemblance Of A Human Being, With Only A Dim Corner Of My Mind Functioning

I Am Gripped By An Existential Panic.

Life Is Like A Typographical Error: We're Constantly Writing And Rewriting Things Over Each Other.