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

See, when you mess something up, you learn for the next time. It's when people compliment you that you're in trouble. That means they expect you to keep it up.

I feel dead, wasted, awful, broken and useless. It's not the kind of feeling you forget.

My brain was all right back then; it didn't get stuck in ruts.

I wasn’t gifted. Mom was wrong. I was just smart and I worked hard. I had fooled myself into thinking that was something important to the rest of the world. Other people were complicit in this ruse. Nobody had told me I was common.

I found myself jealous of the people who wrote the books. They were dead and they were still taking up my time. Who did they think they were?

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.