Everything's happened to me. Nothing can happen to me now.
I'm the luckiest unlucky person.
When I couldn't get ahold of cigarettes, I'd roll coffee grounds into typing paper and smoke that and then vomit.
Life can very genuinely and realistically pile things on. It doesn't dole out the heartache and pain, or joy, perfectly.
I didn't know whether I'd be attractive to anybody.
In movies, you just see somebody close their eyes, and you go on to the next scene.