i'm trying to find the motivation to keep on breathing but some days my chest just doesn't want to move and some mornings i wake up that i really wish i hadn't but living's just become such a habit that i don't know any other way
"...generally, by the time you are Real, most of your hair has been loved off, and your eyes drop out and you get loose in the joints and very shabby. but these things don't matter at all, because once you are Real you can't be ugly, except to people who don't understand..."