Reality means you live until you die. The real truth is nobody wants reality.

The best way is not to fight it, just go. Don't be trying all the time to fix things. What you run from only stays with you longer. When you fight something, you only make it stronger.

We're all going overnight express delivery straight to Hell.

It's only in drugs or death we'll see anything new, and death is just too controlling.

You are not special. You are not a beautiful or unique snowflake. You're the same decaying organic matter as everything else.

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

The things you used to own, now they own you.