No," mom says, looking at me in the eyes. "What's a triumph is that you woke up this morning and decided to LIVE. THAT'S a triumph. that's what you did today.

They're sort of ancillary anyway, friends. I mean, they're important -- everybody knows that; the TV tells you so -- but they come and go. You lose one friend, you pick up another.

People are screwed up in this world. I'd rather be with someone screwed up and open about it than somebody perfect and ready to explode.

its hard to talk when you want to kill yourself

If you can't get out of bed for long enough, people come and take your bed away

I was never big on rage.' 'Why?' "It's so much more angry in my head than it could ever be outside.

That made me happy. That was my Anchor.