Sorry, Mom. Sorry, God.

Everybody's Still Miserable In The Same Way They've Always Been Miserable, And More And More Of My Friends - Especially My Male Friends - Find Themselves Taking Anti-anxiety, Psychotropic Drugs. It Seems Like Everybody I Know Is Wondering If They're Really Who They Are, Or Once The Prescription Runs Out, Will They Become Someone Different?

What People Forget Is A Journey To Nowhere Starts With A Single Step, Too.

Only Through Destroying Myself Can I Discover The Greater Power Of My Spirit.

You Have No Idea What It Is Like To Constantly Disappoint People. You See It The Moment You Meet Them. You See In Their Eyes That They Expected Something So Entirely Different, And Here They Are Meeting You.

Not Everything Is About Money. You Didn't Even Say, Hello. You Are Not Your Sad Little Wallet.