I don't really like myself, but I'm way into me, physically.

Where is the good will in the thought, I was going to throw this in the garbage, do you want to wear it?

I know that big, important things don't just come together overnight, but I've been me for a long time now and it's still not working.

My life is just like Breaking Bad except instead of a chemistry teacher I'm just a guy and instead of making meth I don't do much.

If God is all powerful, and Jesus is the son of God, why did He make His birthday fall on Christmas?

I used to fear living a life untouched by God, but now, for some reason I've gone back to being afraid of cement mixers.

59% of all suicides are actually botched murder-suicides performed by dyslexics.