And that was the closest I've ever come to an epiphany.

I'm not afraid of dying, I'm afraid of living.

If there is a next life, I hope it's in the past; I don't think the future will be any more handleable. I think it's a little harsh how the END button is red.

That's what gets me through the day. Knowing that I could do it. That I'm strong enough to do it and I can get it done.

I owe her everything and I love her and I tell her these days, although every time I say it, it gets a little diluted. I think you run out of I love yous.

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

I want to live but I want to die. What do I do?