But Once You Throw A

What You Had Could Never Make Up For What You'd Lost.

You Want To Write Something As Good As What You've Read.

The Bigger The Hole Inside You, The More Desperate You Became To Fill It.

[i] Don't Think I Was Trying To Kill Myself. I Just Wanted To Hurt, And Understand Exactly Whay I Was Hurting. This Made Sense: You Cut, You Felt Pain, Period.

You Can Be Strapped To The Most Stable Chair And Still Feel The World Give Way Beneath You.