“I was not a doper, I told myself - I just injected myself to recover and needed pills to sleep.”
“I had to stop myself from laughing. Who needs help taking a pill?”
“I want to go to sleep and not wake up, but I don't want to die. I want to eat like a normal person eats, but I need to see my bones or I will hate myself even more and I might cut my heart out or take every pill that was ever made.”
“I just...feel like I need to save everyone. To redeem myself.”
“I allowed myself the supernatural, the transcendent, because, I told myself, our love of metaphor is pre-religious, born of our need to express what is inexpressible, our dreams of otherness, of more.”
“It’s just a dream, I told myself. I hate when I dream of alarm clocks going off.”