I could waste all my time just wondering how to stop it, by why not just let it flow? Thoughts, feelings, fantasies; desire. The epiphany of my hearts content.

I want to be the centre of her universe. I want it all when _I_ want it, and I want it right now. Not selfishness, a longing.

I want them to fuck off with their, 'How cute!' bullshit. How can you get what you want when you don't even know what that is? I could cry right now, but what would it do?

I noticed the other day that when you do cry and you actually give in, that darkness, when you feel all the pain and pressure leave you, is beyond comparison. The only problem is that, if you force yourself to cry, you will end up twice as bad as before.

My poor mother, left to her own devices, would be so much better. She shouldn't have had children.