How folks lay claim to a loved one is they give you a name of their own. They figure to label you as their property.

This is passive-aggression in action.

Griping isn't the same as creating something. Rebelling isn't rebuilding. Ridiculing isn't replacing. We've taken the world apart but we have no idea what to do with the pieces.

People who don't want to get on with their lives, and don't want to accept responsibility for the direction of their lives want to hang out with other people who don't want to accept responsibility or move on, and so you find that your entire culture around you are people who are just like you, because that's what's comforting.

Someone bent on suicide won't have much sense of humor left.

I am Jack's complete lack of surprise. I am Jack's Broken Heart.

Fathers. Mothers. With all their caring and attention. They will fuck you up, every time.