Love only brought me lonliness and horror.

I don't care what people come at me with. People have come at me with everything you could imagine. I could care less about that.

I close my eyes and I take a deep breath and I think about my life and how I ended up this way. I think about the ruin, devastation and wreckage I have caused to myself and to others. I think about self-hatred and self-loathing. I think about how and why and what happened and the thoughts come easily, but the answers don't.

Sleep is still difficult I sleep for three or four hours a day. Usually sometime in the afternoon. I walk in the cold, keep myself numb. I cry less, and less." (James Frey, pg.88)

You don't have to follow anybody's rules.

Life, not death, is the great mystery you must confront.

What is the meaning of life?Whatever you want it to be.