Do you want me crucified for my profanity?

The most unbelievable thing about my behaviour is that I was convinced it was entirely f**king normal.

I'll only retire in the day I should be dead and they have me buried, and some idiot spell over my casket some stupid gospel stuff.

For years I've had neurological problems. I used to shake a lot and I was on medication - I paid about $700,000 for one year of pills. I was taking 40-odd different ones a day.

Voices in the darkness scream away my mental health, can I ask a question to help me save me from myself?

There are no invisible seams.

You’ve got to try and take things to the next level, or you’ll just get stuck in a rut.