The heights of self-torment is not acting on what makes you feel good!

We put ourselves through hell and that is hell.

Those who refuse to drink are always thirsty.

Ce qu'on appelle une raison de vivre est en même temps une excellente raison de mourir.

How can you stand without a spine ? Turn your fucking back on me ? Yet I will walk away with a smile. You will become my newest creation. So where has all of this gotten you ? With a blade to your throat. I can smell the fear on you. I will wipe you clean from my memory. You cry out and tremble before me. So prepare to meet your fucking maker. So put your mouth to the curb. Now you're going to be famous

You have treasured your MIND more than your 'SELF' and that's the primary source of unhappiness!