I can't eat and I can't sleep. I'm not doing well in terms of being a functional human, you know?

I think you run out of 'I love yous

I want my brain to slide back into the slot it was meant to be in, rest there the way it did before the fall of last year, back when I was young, witty, and my teachers said I had incredible promise.

I like how you don't hide your problems like everyone else, and I don't have to hide mine when I'm around you.

That's worst than gonerreha, man!

I work. And I think about work, and I freak out about work, and I think about how much I think about work, and I freak out about how much I think about how much I think about work, and I think about how freaked out I get about how much I think about how much I think about work.

My family shouldn't have to put up with me. They're good people, solid, happy. Sometimes when I'm with them I think I'm on television.