From here on out, there's just reality. I think that's what maturity is: a stoic response to endless reality. But then, what do I know?

In my opinion, a problem derails your life and an inconvenience is not being able to get a nice seat on the un-derailed train.

A lot of people have told me, you know, that what I've written about, they identify with strongly.

I still give my friends relationship advice, of course, and I'm not bad at it. 'Anyone's crisis but mine' is my motto.

Life is a cruel, horrible joke and I am the punch line.

Actually,I am a failed anorexic. I have anorexic thinking, but I can't seem to muster the behavoir

Sometimes I think all I want to find is a mean guy and make him be nice to me. Or maybe a nice guy who's a little bit mean to me. But they're usually too nice too soon or too mean too long.