And just like before I find myself constantly asking, "Why, God, why? Why me?"

Wish I could forget about you the way you forgot about me. Can't even watch my favorite tv show without thinking about you. Pathetic, I know. But if it makes you happy...

Last night I drunkenly watched a junkie get "roughed up" by a gangbanger he most likely owed money.

Thanks for the memories.

"Last time I saw you we had just split in two. You were looking at me. I was looking at you. You had a way so familiar, but I could not recognize, 'cause you had blood on your face; I had blood in my eyes. But I could swear by your expression that the pain down in your soul was the same as the one down in mine."

When I was a little girl, I used to see beautiful women in movies relaxing with a cigarette in the bath. The television or radio on, by their feet. Now that I'm only enough to do so, I find the only missing is that the radio is a little too far. And if it just so happens to fall in, I'll be sure to tell everyone it was an accident.

No, I've never wanted to kill myself more.

I'm feeling suicidal again and I think I know how to make it stop.

Man, I never thought anyone would think beating the shit out of their 90 lbs, junkie, anorexic girlfriend was macho, this is a record.

I'm so tired. I'm so tired of everything.