They've spent alot of money on me. I'm ashamed.

Some days I woke up and got out of bed and brushed my teeth like any normal human being; some days I woke up and laid in bed and looked at the ceiling and wondered what the hell the point was of getting out of bed and brushing my teeth like any normal human being.

Every tounge bit had another word to say.

Its so hard to talk when you want to kill yourself. That's above and beyond everything else, and it's not a mental complaint-it's a physical thing, like it's physically hard to open your mouth and make the words come out. They don't come out smooth and in conjunction with your brain the way normal people's words do; they come out in chunks as if from a crushed-ice dispenser; you stumble on them as they gather behind your lower lip. So you just keep quiet.

I'm smart but not enough--just smart enough to have problems.

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

That's the number one thing I hear about humans. You have all these choices, so you're confused all the time, and you think so much that you're never happy.