Every day goes by, every day grows shorter, every thought becomes more lucid, and every memory becomes more diluted. I'm withering, and I want it to slow down, and sometimes I want it to end, but I'm too weak for that. I'm too old to be 15...

We're all insane, it's just a question of how much and why. But why are we so swift to call someone insane just because we don't understand them?

I will only stay unless I may

Once again I sit here, the images playing through my mind, fluidly, effortlessly, and so lucid. It's a gallery of blades..

I like insane people, because they're much more interesting than the average person. They're inconsistent and unpredictable, and as such, they are much harder to figure out, and much more interesting.

The good days go by swiftly, and are easy to forget; The bad ones last forever and linger on your mind..

The only reason I need to sleep is because I love to dream..

Love is the only thing that can drive you crazy in a good way.