Death Is My Lover And He Wants

I Am An Emotional Plagiarist, Stealing Other People's Pain, Subsuming It Into My Own Until I Can't Remember Whose It Is Any More.

They Will Love Me For That Which Destroys Me.

I Don’t Have Music, Christ I Wish I Had Music But All I Have Is Words.

But You Have Friends. You Have A Lot Of Friends. What Do You Offer Your Friends To Make Them So Supportave. What Do You Offer Your Friends To Make Them So Supportave What Do You Offer. " ...if I Could Remember Any More Of My Lines I'd Add Them So Basically This Is A Preface To The Whole Play. I Would Like To Quote The Whole Play. Currently My Mind Is Afraid To Remember The Play.

A Small Girl Became Increasingly Paralysed By Her Parents' Frequently Violent Rows. Sometimes She Would Spend Hours Standing Completely Still In The Toilet, Simply Because That Was Where She Happened To Be When The Fight Began. Finally, In Moments Of Calm, She Would Take Bottles Of Milk From The Fridge Or Doorstep And Leave Them In Places Where She May Later Become Trapped. Her Parents Were Unable To Understand Why They Found Bottles Of Sour Milk In Every Room In The House.