I think of the thrill of an intelligent woman talking just to me.

Too sick and freaked out not to want a bullet for every passer by, too sick and freaked out to breathe, too sick and freaked out to care, too sick and freaked out to think of anything but the annihilation of my mind and denial of my life. So sick and freaked out that I think everyone is my friend.

Sometimes I would get invited to a party or to go out to dinner by one of them and I would decline. Part of me wanted to go, but those kind of outings always made me feel even more alienated than usual. Hearing them talk made me feel lonely and hateful at the same time. Lonely because I didn't fit in, never did. When I was reminded, it hurt. And hateful because it reaffirmed what I already knew, that I was alone and on the outside.

Friends come and go but 200lbs is always 200lbs.

While they flail about, you will remain calm in the knowledge that you possess strength from within.

If it's a man's world, as they say, then men, your world is a poorly run carnage fest.

No one should die when they're 50.