I'm the only one sitting alone, under the glowing neon sign which reads, "Complete and Total Loser, Not Quite Sane. Stay Away. Do Not Feed.

In one aspect, yes, I believe in ghosts, but we create them. We haunt ourselves.

I have survived. I am here. Confused, screwed up, but here. So, how can I find my way? Is there a chain saw of the soul, an ax I can take to my memories or fears?

When people don't express themselves, they die one piece at a time.

Write about the emotions you fear the most.

I have ten bucks in my pocket - what to spend it on? French fries - ten dollars' worth of french fries, ultimate fantasy.

Can't escape pain, kiddo. Battle through it and you get stronger.