To Argue With Reality Is To Argue

The Whole World Is Simply My Story, Projected Back To Me On The Screen Of My Own Perception. All Of It.

I Was Full Of Rage. My Self-esteem Was So Low That I Actually Slept On The Floor Every Night, Because I Didn't Believe I Deserved A Bed To Sleep In.

'i Don't Know' Is My Favorite Position.

Just Keep Coming Home To Yourself, You Are The One Who You've Been Waiting For.

Who I Believed Myself To Be Was A Hopeless Case. I Would Wake Up In The Mornings And Notice I Was Still Alive And Breathing And Hate God, Hate Myself, Hate Life, And Contemplate Ways Of Killing Myself.