Enjoy myself? There's a worm in my brain, I'm surrounded by idiots, and all I've got to drink is wine that tastes like vinegar.

Tread carefully, now. Not even a god would survive sacrificing me.

Fine, I guess I'll just stay here and eat dirt or whatever.

In a thousand years, when I’ve all but forgotten how to love yet again, you’ll flit back into my heart, and I’ll weep, wondering what happened to my mad love.

I am so much more than what you made me.