Waiting is torment and varies from waiting for sleep in your bed, waiting for your love to return or waiting for the angel of death after losing everything....

Suicide is not a solution for lost love; soulsearching is.

When my heart is damaged to pieces, she brings peace to my heart.

I go months without hearing from so-called friends and family until I lose the desire to respond, so wounded by their lack of interests that I would rather it stay that way than for them to feign interest.

When your heart is damaged, drink bongo yoghurt or fresh milk!

Her love mends my damaged heart.

What do you do when the woman you adore the most marries a different man? You adore a different woman.

Obsess with those who accept you!

I still adore her, but she claims she does not remember me.

After the Hell comes the Swell if you resist suicide.