Love is an impossible concept.

People say to the mentally ill, ‘You know so many people think the world of you.’ But when they don’t like themselves they don’t notice anything. They don’t care about what people think of them. When you hate yourself, whatever people say it doesn’t make sense. ‘Why do they like me? Why do they care about me?’ Because you don’t care about yourself at all.

When I sit in my bedroom with a book and a bottle of vodka, I do it because I'm sad, not because I think it's cool. I do it because I want to forget what I am thinking about.

I have no regrets. Regrets are meaningless. You can't change yesterday or tomorrow. You can change only this present moment.

I’m not really worried what people think about me. Because I judge myself harsher, and on more strict terms, than they ever could probably.

I've never hit anybody in my life. I never would, and the only way I could make a point was by hurting myself...It's something I've done since I was a teenager.

All my life I've felt weak compared to other people. If they want to crush me then they can. But I know I can do things that other people can't.