All Of Life Is A Foreign Country.

Forgive Everyone For Your Own Sins And Be Sure To Tell Them You Love Them Which You Do.

A Fine Thing To Be Talking About Angels In This Day When Common Thieves Smash The Holy Rosaries Of Their Victims In The Street.

I'm Stuck Struggling In The Cold Water, And All I Can Do Is Grieve, Grieve, In The Hoar Necessitous Horror Of The Morning, Bitterly I Hate Myself, Bitterly It's Too Late Yet While I Feel Better I Still Feel Ephemeral And Unreal And Unable To Straighten My Thoughts Or Even Really Grieve, In Fact I Feel Too Stupid To Be Really Bitter, In Short I Don't Know What I'm Doing And I'm Being Told What To Do.

I'm Catholic And I Can't Commit Suicide, But I Plan To Drink Myself To Death.

I Suddenly Discovered The Delight Of Rebellion.