We went sailing one time, and he wore a Speedo, and any smart woman should know that means bisexual at least.

People have to really suffer before they can risk doing what they love.

I am nothing, and not even that.

Nothing is static. Even the Mona Lisa is falling apart. Since fight club, I can wiggle half the teeth in my jaw. Maybe self-improvement isn't the answer. Maybe self-destruction is the answer.

People will listen to you only when they know you're dying, otherwise they're just waiting for their turn to talk.

this is the upside of already being eternally damned

You grow up to become living proof of your parents' limitations. Their less-than masterpiece.