Bekah’s Reviews > At Dark, I Become Loathsome > Status Update

"There's something decidedly divine about wallowing in the depths of despair, in the throes of melancholy -- it's holy, sacred. Death is the final act and cannot be undone. Despair and misery, however can ferry you to the most consecrated of places within the confines of your mind.
... I'm content to remain a vile, hideous thing, and I curse all those who wish to pluck the black root of cancer from inside me."