Don't get me wrong

We are twisted. But that’s who we are sometimes and it’s fine. I really don’t care. I don’t care if anyone will ever read our conversations, and if someone do, I don’t care. They’ll never understand.

I don’t think we will ever be with each other in that lover or sexual way. That's not it: we get the minds of each other and that’s enough. We don’t need the realization – just the desire of it. It’s like the first kiss between two people who really like one another: the great part is not the kiss itself but the moment before, the long pause their faces do before they meet. 

We have trapped minds that no one will ever save. We kinda like it that way. That’s what makes us hungry; keep us searching for more, even if there’s nothing more in this too delusional world

There’s always going to be something else for me. Someone else. Somebody in my life I'll put first, someone who I'll be in love with, or with who I'll share my body. But with you, I share my soul. The dark part of it, the nasty, naked, wicked, rotten parts. And you don’t mind, you’re just the same.
We have differences, you’re...what we may call special and I’ what we may call unusual. But it’s pretty much the same shit: wars in our mind, dying spirits.

We do not correspond to the up-made standards that everyone else seems to call for. What’s so good about classification? Clarity? Oh, well, we live in the dark - But our psyches see damn fine.

No one will save us. And if they come for it, we’d probably shut the door right in their faces.