I'm still going on bad dates when by now I should be in a bad marriage.

I can't think of anything worse after a night of drinking than waking up next to someone and not being able to remember their name, or how you met, or why they're dead.

I used to think drinking was the only way to be happy. Now I know there is no way to be happy.

I always feel like rejection is my petrol. That's what keeps me going.

I'm all over the place, and I consider myself a bit of a scrounger: 'What will I do next, so I'm not broke?'

We've all made mistakes that are similar in just trying to get by or make some money or feel good about ourselves.

I'm still going on bad dates when by now I should be in a bad marriage.