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

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

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

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?

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

Sometimes I think there’s someone up there just sitting around thinking of ways to make me look like a complete moron. Seriously, I bet there’s an angel—or, more likely, a demon—assigned just to me. And every day it gets up and asks itself what it can do to ruin my life. Well, today it got an A plus.

It will go away... The stuff in your head. Little by little.