Too much sun after a Syracuse winter does strange things to your head, makes you feel strong, even if you aren't.

Look at the stupid, poor people. Look at the stupid, poor, burned-out people. Look at the stupid, poor, burned-out people, look at their dead baby. It's death porn for the masses.

You must walk alone to find your soul.

Death is funny, when you think about it. Everybody does it, but nobody knows how, exactly how.

They tied me back together, but they didn't use double knots. My insides are draining out of the fault lines in my skin, I can feel it, but every time I check the bandages, they're dry.

I make it through the first two weeks of school without a nuclear meltdown.

I wanted to pull down a book, open it proper, and gobble up page after page