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At The Deepest Level People Are Madder Than They Want To Believe. You Will Find That They Fear Being Eaten, And Are Alarmed By Their Desire To Devour Others.

All The Same, My Depression And Self-hatred, My Desire To Mutilate Myself With Broken Bottles, My Numbness And Crying Fits, My Inability To Get Out Of Bed For Days And Days, The Feeling Of The World Moving In To Crush Me, Went On And On. But I Knew I Wouldn't Go Mad, Even If That Release, That Letting-go, Was A Freedom I Desired. I Was Waiting For Myself To Heal.

These Days Everyone Was Insisting On Their Identity, Coming Out As A Man, Woman, Gay, Black, Jew - Brandishing Whichever Features They Could Claim, As If Without A Tag They Wouldn’t Be Human.

Fundamentalism Is Dictatorship Of The Mind

Love Cannot Be Measured By Its Duration.