◘Mad people, people who stand alone and burn. I'm attracted to them because they give me permission to do the same.◘

◘She was herself only when alone.◘

◘The monsters in my head are scared of love.◘

◘People always leave. Why do I still get surprised when they do?◘

◘Write about darkness and you will hear the angels sing, but write about love and you will hear the demons cry.◘

◘You set my soul on fire and then let me burn.◘


◘I am not like other people. I am burning in hell. The hell of myself.◘