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.

Some of the most profound truths about us are things that we stop saying in the middle.

I think you run out of 'I love yous

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.

I know a lot of famous people didn't do well at school, like James Brown; he dropped out in fifth grade to be an entertainer, I respect that... but that's not going to be me. I'm not going to be able to do anything but work as hard as possible all the time and compete with everyone I know all the time to make it.

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

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.