I know all about dreams that make you want to scream.

How come someone always saves the people who try to kill themselves and then makes them tell everyone how sorry they are for ruining their evening? I keep feeling like everyone wants me to apologize for something. but I'm not going to. I don't have anything to apologize for. They're the ones who screwed everything up. Not me. I didn't ask to be saved.

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.

I know all about dreams that make you want to scream.

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

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

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.