How to make God laugh? Tell Him your plans.

Here's how it is: I feel guilty about every single bite of food that goes into my mouth.

As you know, I don't believe in fear, just an invention by men so they get all the money and good jobs.

I loved being in my own head so much, it was getting harder and harder being with other people.

How to make God laugh? Tell Him your plans.

Hen nights should be banned. You're honour-bound to behave atrociously, then feel terribly ashamed afterwards. (This Charming Man)

I wished there was some kind of switch on my brain. That I could turn it off in the same way that I could turn off the television. Just click it off and immediately empty my mind of all these images and worrying thoughts. And simply leave a blank screen. Or if I could just remove my head and put it on the bedside table and forget about it until morning. And then attach it again when I needed it.