It's very simple, I just tell my sad story, and people weep.

My experience, with both my parents, is that grief has a lot of down, sad things, but I was also really emotionally raw, in the first year after each of them passed. Flowers smelled more intensely, my relationships were hotter, and I was more willing to risk. I was going for it a lot more. I was 'unsober' and I wasn't playing by my rules.

Though I know he loves me, tonight my heart is sad his kiss was not so wonderful as all the dreams I had.

People are so codified - it's sad.

I think I have a dark view of the world. I have to make everything funny, otherwise it all seems so sad.