The Memories Seem Like Snapshots From Someone

There Are No Happy Endings, Only Breaks In The Regular Action.

They Say The Cure Is About Happiness, But I Understand Now That It Isn't, And It Never Was. It's About Fear: Fear Of Pain, Fear Of Hurt, Fear, Fear, Fear - A Blind Animal Existence, Bumping Between Walls, Shuffling Between Ever-narrowing Hallways, Terrified And Dull And Stupid.

It's Too Late. I've Seen Things...i've Lost Things You Can't Understand.

We're On The Other Side Of The Fence Now, Lena,' She Says, Tiredly, As She Passes. "don't You Get It? You Can't Tell Me What To Feel.

Hate Isn’t The Most Dangerous Thing, He’d Said. Indifference Is.