Why do i slit my wrists?
because thats what my heart looks like on the inside.

You make what seems to be a simple choice: choose a man or a job or a neighborhood- and waht you have choosen is not a man or a job or a neighboehood, but a life.

The present is the ever-moving shadow that divides yesterday from tomorrow. in that lies hope

I learned that one cane never go back, that one should not ever try to go back- that the essence of life is to go forward. Life really is a ONE WAY STREET

"you know that i'm at deaths door, but the trouble is that i'm afraid to knock."