Never apologize for burning too brightly or collapsing into yourself every night. That is how galaxies are made.
If you want to kill yourself, kill what you don’t like. I had an old self that I killed. You can kill yourself too, but that doesn’t mean you got to stop living.
… its too early for this bullshit.
A great fire burns within me, but no one stops to warm themselves at it, and passers-by only see a wisp of smoke.