Character: Camille Pricer

- Well, a girl would rather trust a man similar to her mother.
"It depends on what her mom," I thought.

Friends comforted Mama, telling her that Marian, ascended into heaven, found peace, but the mother remained inconsolable. She now loves to wallow in grief, it's her hobby.

To compete with the dead is impossible.

Of course, mom did not ask what cases I came to the wind Gap. She rarely asked questions that requires a detailed answer. It is difficult to understand why: whether from excessive delicacy, whether it just weren't worried. Guess what I thought was most likely?

A child weaned on poison, finds solace in evil.

Camille, if you could be any fairytale character, who would you become?
- The sleeping beauty. It would be wonderful to live life in your sweet dreams.

I cried, feeling the same sense of relief, cleansing, as with vomiting.

It is safer to inspire fear than love.

"Would disappear, then all my sorrows will disappear," stupid I thought.
Disappear all the worries and anxiety.

With the memory of childhood, must be handled carefully.

My body was screaming, heart pounding, so that was buzzing in my ears.
I closed my eyes, clasped his hands and wept.

I've always considered alcohol as something like lubrication, protection from sharp, barbed thoughts.

When I panic, I say to myself aloud: "I'm here". In fact I usually do not feel. It seems to me that if I blow a warm breeze, then I'll disappear forever - so that the nail will not.
Sometimes that thought consoles me, sometimes depressing.

Depression is often called a black melancholy, and I wanted to Wake up one day and feel like a Daisy.
I think that depression yellow as urine. Depression is a boundless sea of excrement.