In the world I see you are stalking elk through the damp canyon forests around the ruins of Rock feller Center. You'll wear leather clothes that will last you the rest of your life. You'll climb the wrist-thick kudzu vines that wrap the Sears Towers. And when you look down, you'll see tiny figures pounding corn, laying stripes of venison on the empty car pool lane of some abandoned superhighways.

How I feel is cheap and used, dirty and humiliated. Dirty and tricked and thrown away.

What would Tyler Durden do?

Part of her doing suicide intervention is my caseworker has to mix me another gin and tonic.

Everybody's trying to make every minute of the present last forever. Preserve every second.

You know how they say you only hurt the ones you love? Well, it works both ways.

Hey, you created me! I didn't create some loser alter-ego to make myself feel better. Take some responsibility!