"The world has crossed a line and stretched me too far, and now it’s going to feel me break. I too have gone past the line I suppose, stepped over the threshold, opened doors that should have stayed closed, locked tight and never even glanced at. And maybe I have finally let go into insanity, drowned in my own mind. Maybe I’ve crossed into a place of no return. That’s fine. I know I’m going down, I have been for a while, but I’m taking you with me. I’ve had my fair share of bad luck, of coins lost at the bottom of the well, of prayers gone unanswered. I’ve had my fair share of blind eyes and deaf ears."
I wear seven sins upon my chest. (I'll die for my own sins.)
"Pain is strange. A cat killing a bird, a car accident, a fire…. Pain arrives, BANG, and there it is, it sits on you. It’s real. And to anybody watching, you look foolish. Like you’ve suddenly become an idiot. There’s no cure for it unless you know somebody who understands how you feel, and knows how to help."