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.

And when you say the truth you get stronger.

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

deep down I believe my year was a special year: it produced me.

Things to do today: 1) Breathe in. 2) Breathe out.

I've had good moments scattered since then, times when I thought I was better, but that was the last day I felt triumphant.

Every tounge bit had another word to say.