You have to be a freak in order to be different.

The time I burned my guitar it was like a sacrifice. You sacrifice the things you love. I love my guitar.

A girl asked me if she could comb my hair. Nobody can comb my hair, I can’t even comb my hair.

Manic depression is a frustratin' mess.

Even Castles made of sand, fall into the sea, eventually.

All I'm writing is just what I feel, that's all. I just keep it almost naked. And probably the words are so bland.

A broom is drearily sweeping up the broken pieces of yesterday's life.