It takes a lot of people years to turn a negative into a positive. It takes me, like, an album.

I have never really encountered anybody that was rude to me. Well, not to my face anyway.

For the first few years we paid all the bills first and divided what was left as salary. Sometimes that was $50 a week.

This life gets lonely when everybody wants something.

I don't try to be candy coated. I don't try to walk on eggshells. I am what I am. Love me or hate me.

Cutting, and suicide, two very different symptoms of the same problem, are gaining on us. I personally don't know a single person who doesn't know at least two of these victims personally.

The only problems I've ever had with being honest is telling people how I feel about them or saying how I feel about other people.