The period without the diary remains an ordeal. Every evening I want my diary as one wants opium.
I was their bar freak, they needed me to make themselves feel better. just like, at times, I needed that graveyard.
I have learned to smoke because I need something to hold onto.
Love is simple to understand if you haven't got a mind soft and full of holes. It's a crutch, that's all, and there isn't any one of us that doesn't need a crutch.
I figured out that I could think of my childhood dog that had died, and I could bring myself to tears. So I used that poor dead dog for several years until it just didn't work anymore, and I had to find something else.
Music is like my security blanket.
Some of us cling to our curses if we haven't anything better to cling to!
