“I am afraid of falling into hopeless despair, over my wasted life, and I am still not sure how it happened.”

“Waste not want not. I am not being wasted. Why do I want?”

“I lie on the floor, washed by nothing and hanging on. I cry at night. I am afraid of hearing voices, or a voice. I have come to the edge, of the land. I could get pushed over.”

“I wish I was ignorant, so I didn't know how ignorant I am”

“The night is mine, my own time, to do with it as I will, as long as I am quiet. As long as I don't move. As long as I lie still. The difference between lie and lay. Lay is always passive.”

“I don't want to see anyone. I lie in the bedroom with the curtains drawn and nothingness washing over me like a sluggish wave. Whatever is happening to me is my own fault. I have done something wrong, something so huge I can't even see it, something that's drowning me. I am inadequate and stupid, without worth. I might as well be dead.”

“I am not a saint or a cripple,I am not a wound; now I will seewhether I am a coward.”