...All I want to talk about is the oncoming apocalypse in my brain.

In a strange way, I had fallen in love with my depression.

You know you've completely descended into madness when the matter of shampoo has ascended to philosophical heights.

I start to feel like I can't maintain the facade any longer, that I may just start to show through. And I wish I knew what was wrong. Maybe something about how stupid my whole life is.

Everything's plastic, we're all going to die sooner or later, so what does it matter.

I know I can do so much more than this, I know that I could be a life force, could love with a heart full of soul, could feel with the power that flies men to the moon. I know that if I could just get out from under this depression, there is so much I could do besides cry in front of the TV on a Saturday night.

Banned! My eyes light up, I think I see stars. Anything that has been banned by anyone must be something I’d like.