Oh, I can’t help quoting you, because everything that you said rings true.

I used to dream, and I used to vow;I wouldn’t dream of it now.

Close your eyes, and think of someone you physically admire, and let me kiss you.

I hate most people. And I don’t want to, it’s an awful way to be. But the human race gives me no comfort. I find myself turning to books and films for comfort still. It’s...

Don’t leave it all unsaid,somewhere in the wasteland of your head.

This world, I am afraid, is designed for crashing bores.

It’s so easy to laughIt’s so easy to hateIt takes guts to be gentle and kind

And make no mistake, my friend, your pointless life will end; but before you go, can you look at the truth?

When you sleepI will creepInto your thoughtsLike a bad debtThat you can’t payTake the easy wayand give in!

Again, I lay awake, and I cried because of waste.

This position I’ve held … it pays may way and it corrodes my soul.

How can anybody say they know how I feel? The only one around here who is me, is ME.

These tears I’m wailing,I spill not without reason.Remove them, my dearest love.Take me to the place I’ve been dreaming of,where the grotesquely lonely meet the grotesquely lonelyand they whisper,just very softly,Please be mine, Dearest Love.

You made me feel less aloneYou made me feel not quite soDeformed, uninformed and hunchbackedAre you aware wherever you areThat you have just died?

God, come down, if you’re really there -Well, you’re the one who claims to care!

Hold on to your friends.Resist – or move onBe mad, be rashSmoke and explodeSell all of your clothesJust bear in mind:There just might come a timeWhen you need some friends

I can chase you, and I can catch you,but there is nothing I can do to make you mine.

My love, wherever you are – whatever you are – don’t lose faith. I know it’s gonna happen someday to you.

Now comes the hour to choose between being acceptable to others or being acceptable to one’s own self, for we must kill our true selves off in order to survive.

Now this might disturb you, but I find I’m OK by myself;and I don’t need you or your benevolence to make sense.

I have forgiven Jesus for all of the love he placed in me, when there’s no one I can turn to with this love.

Such meeting reveal that which we all darkly suspect about those whose art we have loved: that they are unlikely to be whatever it is we imagine them to be.

I am human and I need to be loved,just like everybody else does.

They said they respect me, which means, their judgment is crazy.

To me you are a work of art, and I would give you my heart – that’s if I had one.

It’s so shameful of me: I like you.

The preachers preach and the sinners sin sincerely.

I was wasting my time, praying for love.For a love that never comes, from someone who does not exist.

There are more than enoughto fight and oppose;why waste good timefighting the people you like?

Rejection is one thing – but rejection from a fool is cruel.

Life is a pigsty.

You’re not right in the head, and nor am I, and this is why….this is why I like you.

You don’t like me, but you love me; either way, you’re wrong.

My childhood is streets upon streets upon streets upon streets. Streets to define you and streets to confine you, with no sign of motorway, freeway or highway.

The heart has a heart of its own.

There are some bad people on the rise;they’re saving their own skins by ruining people’s lives.

We hate it when our friends become successful.

I still don’t belong to anyone – I am mine.

I am the son and the heir of a shyness that is criminally vulgar.

The abyss in which I live hasn’t the wit to save itself from savage ignorance, and I now feel assured that I am not in the company of my own species (at least, I hope...

Sing your life; any fool can think of words that rhyme.

There’s a club, if you’d like to goYou could meet somebody who really loves you.’So you go, and you stand on your ownAnd you leave on your ownAnd you go home, and you cryAnd you...

Can you squeeze me into an empty page of your diary and psychologically save me?

Because ENOUGH is TOO MUCH!And look around …can you blame us?!

Tried living in the real world instead of a shell, but I was bored before I even began.

With no reason to hide these words I feel, and no reason to talk about the books I read, but still, I do.

Cats will be cats.

There’s so much destruction all over the world – and all you can do is complain about ME!

Even now – in the final hour of my life -I’m falling in love again.

I’d love to…but only with you.