The worse part of being lied to is when you realize you believed it.

As a man I am not a killer. I’m an artist and a modern person. I’ll choose sanity.

I feel like I was writing as I was learning to talk. Writing was always a go-to form of communication.

Once I catch you in one lie, it makes me question everything you said.

We were poor. But my mom never accepted that. She worked hard to become a residential contractor - got her master's with honors at the University of New Orleans. I used to go to every class with her. Her father was my paternal figure.

I'm extremely compassionate, loving, all of those warm fuzzy things, but the outer shell doesn't project that all the time.

Don't feel sad over someone who gave up on you, feel sorry for them because they gave up on someone who would have never given up on them.