If you ever manage to become perfect, you have to die instantly before you ruin things for everyone else.

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

If you ever manage to become perfect, you have to die instantly before you ruin things for everyone else.

That sounds weird: "kill yourself." It makes it sound like you tried to murder someone, only that someone is you.

I swear, sometimes it feels like there's this monkey in my head who runs around turning the dials and changing channels on me. One minute I'm sitting around eating chocolate chip cookies and then all of a sudden I'm thinking about bears.

No one in France cares if you tried to kill yourself. In fact, I think they like you better because you're all tragic.

Let me tell something, seeing your name and psychiatric ward on the same piece of paper isn't the best way to start your day.