I will never understand how a mother can kill her own baby and not get away with it.

I had a happy childhood in a nice suburban area, pretty idyllic, upper middle class and very, very white. My dad is an attorney. My mother is a housewife. They had five kids in seven years: me, my brother, and three sisters. I'm the oldest. We were all very active. My mother was exhausted.

Disgusting. I just found my grandpa's Viagra. I swear, I almost puked from eating so many.

I will never understand how a mother can kill her own baby and not get away with it.

I want to marry the kind of girl that walks out of an abortion clinic with a lollipop.

Everyone has the same kind of fears; everyone has the same big problems in the world, which is, like, fear of death and I hope horrible things dont happen to my family, but they do. And I think people laugh at them as this great release.

I feel worthless. My girlfriend was attacked on the subway yesterday. And I can't even enjoy it.