I Feel Like I’m Eighty Years Old.

Comedy Is Easy. First, People Have To Fall Down. Next, Include Someone A Little Hefty. It's A Hoot.

They Will Love Me For That Which Destroys Me.

I Dread The Loss Of Her I've Never Touched Love Keeps Me A Slave In A Cage Of Tears I Gnaw My Tongue With Which To Her I Can Never Speak I Miss A Woman Who Was Never Born I Kiss A Woman Across The Years That Say We Shall Never Meet Everything Passes Everything Perishes Everything Palls My Thought Walks Away With A Killing Smile Leaving Discordant Anxiety Which Roars In My Soul No Hope No Hope No Hope No Hope No Hope No Hope No Hope

I Am An Emotional Plagiarist, Stealing Other People's Pain, Subsuming It Into My Own Until I Can't Remember Whose It Is Any More.

You’ll Be All Right. You’re Strong. I Know You’ll Be Okay Because I Like You And You Can’t Like Someone Who Doesn’t Like Themself. The People I Fear For Are The Ones Who I Don’t Like Because They Hate Themselves So Much They Won’t Let Anyone Else Like Them Either. But I Do Like You. I’ll Miss You. And I Know You’ll Be Okay.