I spent my life learning to feel less. Every day I felt less. Is that growing old? Or is it something worse? You can not protect yourself from sadness without protecting yourself from happiness

"That's the problem with drinking, I thought. If something bad happens, you drink in an attempt to forget. If something good happens, you drink in order to celebrate. And if nothing happens, you drink to make something happen."

Cause you keep me coming back for more and I feel a little better than I did before. And if I never see your face again, I don't mind cause we've gone so much further than I thought we'd get tonight

Pain, a word I thought I knew. It's okay. Cause the price that we pay makes it harder to begin. And I said that knowing that I'll sink where I stand. Peeling back the pages again, all in all this chapter's not bad. It's a book I'm glad I read.

One minute you laugh. The next minute you're slowly sinking into something black. I get the feeling that lately nothing really lasts. I keep trying to get up but I keep falling back. And you love and you hate, and you wait cause one minute goes fast.

I'll love you forever or find something better. It's all just the same as when we sleep together. We wake up with headaches and trouble remembering what went wrong

"Now I know you're tired. But there's some things you shouldn't do. Like giving your time to people who don't care for you."

And be glad that you're there. Now you can feel all the knots in your stomach start to untie. And suddenly it's not so hard to say you're alright.

I am becoming used to an overwhelming, grinding mixture of anger and worry...

Well, too much silence can be misleading. You're drifting, I can hear it in the way that you're breathing.