I realize every specific thing I worry about is nothing compared to the main worry I have which never has an object.

I think tomorrow I’ll burn myself on the stove so people will feel sorry for me.

There should be a word for what happens when you begin to ruin a feeling by saying it.

You have never approved of yourself so you bother other people to do it.

He says, “Does it ever bother you how unneeded you are, almost everywhere.

And I can see either accepting everything that happens, or accepting none, but in between I lose hope.

And I know that when I run from something, there is a bigger part of me that hopes I get caught than there is that hopes I get away.

You aren’t sure whether you have feelings or not but that’s all part of the shrug you have performed in slow motion for your entire life so far.

And I hope we meet again so you can guess how old I am by the rings around my eyes and I hope we meet again so I can judge how much I’ve died according to your limp smile.

In the photo, he and some old girlfriend smiled – greasy faces idiotic with hope that the picture would one day remind them that for three seconds they acted happy and thought it final.