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

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.

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.

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.

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

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

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