All my life I have battled the alarm clock, pummeling the snooze button over and over with mounting self-loathing until the shame is finally strong enough to lever me upright.

Once you've arrived at the end of the world, it hardly matters which route you took.

I sigh inside, so exhausted by these ugly questions, but when did a monster ever deserve its privacy?

Once again the absurdity of my inner thoughts overwhelms me, and I want to crawl out of my skin, escape my ugly, awkward flesh and be a skeleton, naked and anonymous.

I am Dead, but it's not so bad. I've learned to live with it.

There is no ideal world for you to wait around for. The world is always just what it is now, and it's up to you how you respond to it.

Every experience, good or bad, is a priceless collector's item.