My Mind Goes To Tragedy First.

I Want To Move Back To The East Coast. I Like Venice, But L.a. Is Ugly. I Would Kill Myself If I Had To Look Out The Window And See Some Places In L.a. Every Day.

I Spend A Lot Of Time Trying To Not Do Anything Bad To Anyone, But You Can't Live Your Life And Not Hurt People.

I Realized I Was Trying To Be Friends With Somebody Who I Used To Be With But Who I Didn't Get Along With. I'm Really Big On That. I Need To Be Friends With Everyone That I've Ever Had A Relationship With.

What's Really Good Is African Drum Music.

I Got Into Therapy In The Fifth Grade Because I Said In A Sarcastic Way That I Was Going To Kill Myself, And They Didn't Get It Then. Nothing's Changed.