Crazy isn't being broken or swallowing a dark secret. It's you or me amplified. If you ever told a lie and enjoyed it. If you ever wished you could be a child forever.

Emptiness and boredom: what a complete understatement. What I felt was complete desolation. Desolation, despair and boredom.

A thought is a hard thing to control.

My chronic feelings of emptiness and boredom came from the fact that I was living a life based on my incapacities, which were numerous.

I know what it's like to want to die. How it hurts to smile. How you try to fit in but you can't. You hurt yourself on the outside to try to kill the thing on the inside.

Tell me that you don’t take that blade and drag it across your skin and pray for the courage to press down.

There is thought, and then there is thinking about thoughts, and they don't feel the same.