I Just Want To Be Myself.

I Don't Believe In Bad People. I Believe That People, Somewhere Inside, Have The Potential To Realize Themselves.

I Spent Most Of My Time In My Room Staring At A Mirror. I Never Knew I Was Supposed To Socialize. I Just Spent Hours Making Faces At Myself, Having A Good Time.

My Dad Was Like A Stage Mother He Always Pushed Me To Do What I Wanted.

Maybe There Is No Actual Place Called Hell. Maybe Hell Is Just Having To Listen To Our Grandparents Breathe Through Their Noses When They're Eating Sandwiches.

The Exit From Agony Is Always There. The Tunnel Out Of The Agony Sector Is Always In Front Of You And Yet You Don't Take It. You Don't Take It By Choice. You Want To Indulge A Lot And Be In Pain. The Easiest Way Out Is To Write A List Of What You're Grateful For. If Everybody Literally Did That Before They Went To Bed At Night, There'd Be No Unhappy People.