Derive

I have never loved or detested anything more intensely than the world I was born into.

You terribly-scary-albeit-painfully-beautiful little piece-of-precious-shit, you.

You are a *****, but you are my *****.

I chose a time, reality and a life.

I gave myself a checklist of things-to-learn-in-this-lifetime, but  I ripped it up before I could cross out even a decent number of them the moment I got here.  I fucked it up gloriously. 

With my severely depressed, perpetually melancholic state of mind, I doubt if I can proceed any further.

It has reached a point where I can derive solace and safety only from my sorrow.

That, is not the true nature of my spirit.

I need […]