I hate news and information and anything that threatens to puncture the bubble of oblivion in which I live.

There is no shame in being hungry for another person. There is no shame in wanting very much to share your life with somebody.

I suppose home is, for me, more of a state of mind. It's really more of about being where I want to be with people I care about.

Confidence is a reduction of your own interest in whether others are thinking about you and if so, what they're thinking.

but I am not here ironically; I am here sincerely.

I never get sick of writing my own stories because there's a certain comfort in knowing you will never run out of material. It's relaxing, actually, to write.

Freshly brainwashed from rehab, I carry the bottle into the bathroom. I hold it up to the light. See the pretty bottle? Isn't it beautiful? Yes, it's beautiful. I unscrew the cap and pour it into the toilet. I flush twice. And then I think, why did I flush twice? The answer, is of course, because I truly do know myself. I cannot be sure I won't attempt to drink from the toilet, like a dog.