Listening to Tori Amos' cover of Smells Like Teen Spirit that Wander shared...feeling raw, emotional. Sinking into the beauty of sadness. Wishing this feeling would go away. Wishing this feeling would never end. Hating and loving darkness. Wanting to share how this heaviness feels to me...but I can't...too vile, too wicked, too evil. Instead I fall into intense passion; I fall into the vigorous fire of my sex, the addiction of depression. Wishing the deepest depths of mania had never ended. Wishing I could die from this sudden pain. Hugging the grips of madness...once again.