Once you realise there's nothing to be afraid of when you die, there's nothing else to worry about.

Here’s what I think. One, people should figure out that if they go around bothering bears, chances are they’re going to end up bear snacks. Second, people suck.

That's what people do. Kill the things they're afraid of.

I'm tired of people thinking they're doing me favours.

I keep feeling like everyone wants me to apologize for something.

So now I'm thinking about it. I'm imagining sitting down with my parents and actually saying, "I'm gay." And you know what? It makes me a little mad. I mean, straight guys don't have to sit their parents down and tell them they like girls.

Anyone can be crazy. That's usually just because there's something screwed up in your wiring, you know? But suicide is a whole different thing. I mean, how much do you have to hate yourself to want to just wipe yourself out?