When you don't share your problems, you resent hearing the problems of other people.

If you're male and you're Christian and living in America, your father is your model for God. And if you never know your father, if your father bails out or dies or is never at home, what do you believe about God?

When both of you are beautiful, neither of you is beautiful. Together, as a couple, you're less than the sum of your parts.

Me with nothing left to lose, plotting my big revenge in the spotlight. Give me violent revenge fantasies as a coping mechanism.

Drugs or overeating or alcohol or sex, it was all just another way to find peace. To escape what we know. Our education. Our bite of the apple.

That's why I write, because life never works except in retrospect. You can't control life, at least you can control your version.

Ask yourself: What did I eat for breakfast today? What did I eat for dinner last night? You see how fast reality fades away?