“I should have told You before talking in terms of Foreverthat any given day wears me out and works me sour,that there are nights when the sky is so clear I stand obnoxious underneath it begging for the stars to shoot at me just so I can feel at Home.”

“I am standing like shoe polish on an overstocked shelf hoping that one day someone will pick me to make things better.”

“I no longer need you to fuck me as hard as I hated myself.”

“Lord, let me write,leave me autistic and typinguntil my windows bust into a thousand silver dovesand I know the poem is done.”

“On the face of her phoneWileen programs a message to herselfso that when the alarm clock ringsthe screen flashes:EVERY DAY IS ONE DAY LESS.EVERY DAY IS ONE DAY LESS.For some peoplehappinessit's just a reduction in suffering.Jordan.Jordan tattoos the wordsFORGIVE MEin thick black lettersdown the inside of his armso that when he looks at his wristhe will remember not to hate himself so much.What he keeps forgettingis that there is life after survival.”

“I'm gonna roll outta here one day, I just might not get to drive”

“Well this is me without my prozac, and this is me just shy of nicotine, and mother fuckers, it’s my second time to fail anger management class.”